All this Pain
Emotions are needed, why do I feel like they're stupid.
All this crying, what's the point.
Why feel pain if it's the past.
Why not see the brighter days.
Some feel less than others,
those who feel, feel intensity all throughout the body.
We feel anger, we feel pain, we feel all of our disdain.
We're told we are worthy, but we would still rather die.
Take me God,
For I am done with all this nonsense of emotion I call pain.
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