Pain
Have you ever felt great pain?
Like nothing is left to gain.
Every battle seems you are losing.
My heart is splintering and oozing.
I have come a long way from the knife, but I cry myself to sleep at night.
I don’t know what’s left to do
But I feel so bad for you.
Having to put up with me
I know how strong you must be.
I apologize for what I have done.
I will do what I can to be more fun.
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