This pain grows deeper,
quickly taking its place.
Leaving nothing behind,
but a path of sorrow and emptiness.
Some days are better than others,
still holding onto what little hope is left.
Seeing the light, keeping it close so that it
doesn't fade into the depths of darkness.
The tears, they fall.
The smile, it hides.
The cries, silently screaming.
The feeling, still so intense.
To feel, is to show you're still alive.
But to know so much pain,
you only wish to never feel it again.
Not even in death, could it be cured.
km - 12/9/14
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