TEAR DUCTS DRY AND SORE
RIBS ACHE WITH TORTURED SOBS
THROAT CLOSED WITH PAIN
UNABLE TO DRAW A BREATH
THIS IS HELL
MIND CHURNING WITH WHAT IF'S
HEART LONGING
ARMS ACHE WITH LOSS
LOVE WASTED FEELINGS FORSAKEN
WALLOWING IN SELF PITY
TEETH GNASHING SOBS OF PAIN
TEARING AT MY FLESH
WANTING MY BODY TO ACHE
AS MUCH AS MY SOUL
WILL THE AGONY EVER END
I THINK THE TEARS ARE GONE
THEN LIKE THE TIDE THEY
WASH OVER ME AGAIN
CLINGING TO SANITY BY A THREAD
HOW CAN I HOLD ON.................
WHEN HOPE IS DEAD AND GONE
RIBS ACHE WITH TORTURED SOBS
THROAT CLOSED WITH PAIN
UNABLE TO DRAW A BREATH
THIS IS HELL
MIND CHURNING WITH WHAT IF'S
HEART LONGING
ARMS ACHE WITH LOSS
LOVE WASTED FEELINGS FORSAKEN
WALLOWING IN SELF PITY
TEETH GNASHING SOBS OF PAIN
TEARING AT MY FLESH
WANTING MY BODY TO ACHE
AS MUCH AS MY SOUL
WILL THE AGONY EVER END
I THINK THE TEARS ARE GONE
THEN LIKE THE TIDE THEY
WASH OVER ME AGAIN
CLINGING TO SANITY BY A THREAD
HOW CAN I HOLD ON.................
WHEN HOPE IS DEAD AND GONE
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