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Physical Misery

Always on the inside, I have known misery.
But something new now takes over out side of me.
That feeling of being dead that kills happiness.
And now begins the torture of this awful mess.

My body lies here, broken on the floor.
I need help, but can't wait anymore.
As the pain takes over, it hurts too much to scream.
I'm fighting to wake up, but this is not some gone-wrong dream.
The agony contorts me, and makes my body rise and fall.
My eyes will trace the handgun, and think to stop it all.
The horror that lives within is murderous towards me.
I suffer just to stay alive, here in this physical misery.

Lower than the floor, my hopes all drop and die.
I've never been so hurt before, as my soul starts to cry.
The blood is pouring without control, my insides are slipping out.
I'm paying for some unknown toll, I know this without a doubt.

And my chest is aching, almost as much as my head.
My heart and brain are caving in, as I am nowhere lead.
The darkness swallows me up, as the time turns to midnight.
The pain takes away my broken breath, and death will take my sight.

My body lies here, broken on the floor.
I need help, but can't wait anymore.
As the pain takes over, it hurts too much to scream.
I'm fighting to wake up, but this is not some gone-wrong dream.
The agony contorts me, and makes my body rise and fall.
My eyes will trace the handgun, and think to stop it all.
The horror that lives within is murderous towards me.
I suffer just to stay alive, here in the physical misery.

The pain is getting to be all too much to bear.
I can feel you take my hand, and tell me that you are there.
I can hear you begging, you plead “Please hold on.”
And though my consciousness' regaining, I was already gone.

Inside I was dead for years, now my body dies to match.
My soul tries to stay for you, but this world it can not catch.
Don't say I didn't love you, as I fought for my life.
The sickness cut too deep with it's fatal, burning knife.

My body lay there, broken on the floor.
I needed help, but couldn't wait anymore.
As the pain, it took over, it hurt too much to scream.
I fought and prayed to wake up, but it was not a gone-wrong dream.
And the agony contorted, and made me rise and fall.
My eyes had traced the handgun, had thought to stop it all.
The horror that lived within was murderous towards me.
I suffered just to stay alive in my physical misery.





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