Despair is my status quo
Tears come too easily
Impetus of my depression
Catalyst of my misery

Inflictor of more sordid pain
Than I ever did imagine
You tear into my very soul
and rent apart my weakened veins

I writhe and twist, I toss and turn
My dreams aren't even safe
You fill them from my bleeding heart
I'm weeping in their wake

For my torture fills my memory
From how much harm you've done
I writhe and shudder, then give up
Yes, I admit it, yes, you've won.

-- AlexZander

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