Pain

February 26, 2015

I live with this pain that surges through my viens.

I don't know what to make of it.

I want to cry.

I want to be alone yet with the ones that know.

The ones that know my story.

That know me, the real me.

Yet I'm alone in this agonizing terrible world

ALL alone.

To fight by myself.

No help.

Just my pain and I.

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yaya14Feb 26, 2015

<p>This is a poem that just came to me when I was brushing my teeth. It hit close to home and is close to my heart, I hope you enjoy it. </p>