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Joy-less Pain
I can remember,
A thousand memories of pain
But to what gain?
I sit here today
With a tear-streaked face,
And a sore nose
My heart beating so fast,
I feel it might explode
Just what am I meant to do,
Abandon ship, abandon all hope?
For when these rivers of pain flow,
They flow fast without care
Because I once reached out
A hope filled hand,
Only to be rejected and refuted
So now where do I turn?
My father, abandoner,
My mother, also
My family, they just don't want to know
Branded a liar
Accused of insanity by my mother,
Living trapped in a hellish hole
No hope, no love, no joy
No one knows,
Just where it is that I go
In the dark dread of night
That deep, dark, pain-filled hole,
No one else has seen it, no else can go there
This dark little place is mine,
And mine alone it shall remain
Filled with this sweet, most joy-less pain
A thousand memories of pain
But to what gain?
I sit here today
With a tear-streaked face,
And a sore nose
My heart beating so fast,
I feel it might explode
Just what am I meant to do,
Abandon ship, abandon all hope?
For when these rivers of pain flow,
They flow fast without care
Because I once reached out
A hope filled hand,
Only to be rejected and refuted
So now where do I turn?
My father, abandoner,
My mother, also
My family, they just don't want to know
Branded a liar
Accused of insanity by my mother,
Living trapped in a hellish hole
No hope, no love, no joy
No one knows,
Just where it is that I go
In the dark dread of night
That deep, dark, pain-filled hole,
No one else has seen it, no else can go there
This dark little place is mine,
And mine alone it shall remain
Filled with this sweet, most joy-less pain
Published 23rd Oct 2014
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