Pain, sorrow, and brokenness
Plague my desolate heart
But love and laughter
Keep me from falling apart
Yet the ache of old memories
The vivid images of past pain
These images of horror
Flashing through my brain
These images forever remain
My breathing becomes heavy
And my nightmares become reality
If I'm to die, then I'm ready
Take from me my mortality
My eyes jolt open
I'm shaking violently
I feel cold, suffering silently
A swift death quickly chosen
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Unbroken
PoetryAgony reigns Depression presides Life slowly drains Death quickly arrives We're not unbroken In fact, we're the latter We are the broken The torn, the tattered
