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Mortality.
As brittle as glass and quickly shattered,
ripping into your soul as easily as shredding paper.
Nowhere to run from deaths icy grip,
insanity eating away at your mentality.
Soon there's nothing left but a broken shell,
pulling you down deeper to hell.
Tears are meant to cleanse the soul,
to make you feel better and lighter.
But that's not the case with me,
every tear I shed shreds a piece of my soul.
The hurt only deepens, etching into my skin,
slowly killing me like a snakes venom.
I ask myself day to day as the tears flow freely,
why me? What have I done to deserve to die in slow misery?
I'm only answered by deafening silence,
my question will go with me to the grave.