My Pain

My pain...
It stings like the coldness of rain.
Who would wipe away my tears?
From now until the older years?
Who will free me from the darkness?
If I stat there, I might become heartless.
My pain stabs me like a knife.
It hurts me to the point where I've decided to take my own life!
But when I'm dead,
My pain will not shed.
It'll be locked inside of my soul.
Forever haunting me until it has reached it's repeating goal.
My pain runs deep.
Deeper than the deepest of sleep.
It won't go away.
I'm hoping for a better day, but it won't come.
Because the damage that my pain has caused is already done!!

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