It's hard for me to live,
I can't hold on any longer.
I feel your presence,
It's getting stronger.
Each step I take,
It's getting harder.
No matter how much I move,
I don't go any farther.
I can't escape you,
Nor can I abandon myself.
Why won't anyone help me,
Try and escape this hell.
My soul has left,
So I'm stuck with a shell.
Will I ever be free, I ask,
Because there's no way to tell.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
