Unanswered
Only a childhood ago I remember being on my knees
Looking for guidance....any guidance
Insane or sane that could make my sorrow cease
Waking up in pain, going to sleep in pain, losing myself slowly
Clenching my stomach asking why me....
Why am I bruised
Why am I clenching my stomach
Why am I in disarray....why me?
I look upon the stars and find small comfort
I look upon others and find smaller comfort
I find myself too weak to cease my very existence
Why me?
How did I forsake myself?
Why me?
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