No greater pain is the pain of
Regret...
It urges to pull you towards different ways of life.
Fresh from the womb of comfort.
It drags you like an ever flowing river.
It then purges your fear with hate as it drops you into an abyss
Where the water falls but never fills.
You hate it when you think it.
And it hates you when you resist.
It drives you to utter non-existence.
All thats left is scars across your bedroom wall.
You toss and turn, Drenching in Cold sweat.
AND YOU SCREAM TILL YOU BLEED FROM THE INSIDE OF YOUR LUNGS!
And then it hits you.
Regret.
No greater pain.
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Poetry From Me...
No one seems to read them anymore.
Poems left and right but no where to go.
Either read them...
Or...well...I don't know.
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