Alas, I am hurting yet again.
The reason to why is unknown.
Truth be told,
Most of the pain I have been inflected with,
Have no cause or reason.
I haven't the faintest clue of the causes of my pain.
Funny isn't it?
I swelled deep into my system,
I ripped myself apart,
Only to find no answers at all.
Why? Why? WHY?!
Make it stop,
For I hate feeling this way.
I feel so weak and tired,
Just. Stop.
Lo and behold, my pleas are in vain.
And now I have to clean up my ransacked mind,
And try and forget the hurt and pain.
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Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
