Why is this shit all just a struggle?
Content at the most,
Then troubling to get out a smile.
Break me down,
Lift me up.
It ends at the start.
These things I thought,
Would leave hurt if lips shuddered between such words.
Paranoia,
Till stressful eruptions,
That no infliction could kill.
Such a soul which has not long lived,
Brings such a darkness.
Most unyielding utterness of darkness.
This soul though,
Deserves life.
