pallor
Emotional hardships
cant bring me down.
Physical torture
is my weakness now.
Stop pretending.
You're not sick.
Don't play a victim.
Are words that they tell me.
Stop fighting.
Stop trying.
Give up.
Are the words I hear.
Happiness is a word
forgotten by me.
Love is something
I haven't seen.
What has this world
Unto me?
What is the point
Of trying to breathe.
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