My body hurts. With every step I take on the damn ground I feel my soul burning and hurting, Like at any moment I could fall through the floor. Life is hard for everyone, And for people that feel like this it is 100 times harder just to get through one day. Curse my brain for keeping me awake at night, Curse this fucking medication that I have to take everyday. I'll fight those demons hiding in my closet, And I will have...
Pain. It seems all my life I’ve dealt with one kind or another. Part of me wants to shut the louder half of me in a little box, somewhere…anywhere, until it's bursting at the seams. Maybe I hope it will kill itself off, polluting its own environment with its own filth, just like part of me always has. The other parts want to ignore it, try to stop it and beat it down, keep it down and destroy that one part, that deceitful...
