Beloved Pain
By morte
Swallowing needles As I drown in my own misery So miserable, so broken Getting used to the pain So numb inside, full of nothingness Yet feeling so great, so alive Thinking, walking, falling As I slowly go through life Life dying on me Still I’m strong enough To get through all its mess Life, heavy as it seems Feeling great and having dreams Of a perfect life Which only exist in my mind Seeking for a perfect life but I must be blind Only an illusion, it’s a confusion So used to the pain Life seems great only for a day… Written March 3rd, 2002 © on Mar 03 2002 04:17 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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