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Stuck here in this house, that I so despise,
Another day spent in it, a part of me dies.
Pieces of my heart slowly start to shatter,
As again, I begin to feel that I don't matter.
My brain does not want to work any longer,
I can't seem to push through to feel stronger.
My skin pale, my eyes sad, drooped and lazy,
I so dislike being stared at as if I am crazy.
I drown deeper in my unwanted thoughts,
My stomach making the tightest of knots.
I'll never be able to escape this house I hate,
I'll always be a wanderer not thinking straight.
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Poems For The Pained Heart
PoetryYou've made it this far so let me tell you a story, About life in this age with all of it's pain and glory. It's been a long journey, it's been a long road, It's been so tiring, you want to go on sleep mode. But wait just a little, just a bit long...
