Merit, Reason Lost
April 18, 2021
Death, without dying.
This life riddled wrong.
Paralyzed by the pain.
Sorrow growing strong.
Irony not lost
with me; Alive and well.
Thriving on such,
that created this hell.
Powerless to change,
any damages created.
Consequence unseen.
Suffering, never to be abated.
Self loathing,
forever and again.
A thousand times deserved,
this pain I drown within.
Hindsight,
the base in which my torture is set.
Being the cause of all your tears.
My life's one true regret.
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