My Horrible, Painful Existence

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MightyWurm
MightyWurm
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If there is a hell, it would be my life
If there even was a perfect cell, it would be my reality.
If pain were existence, it would be mine.
If loneliness were a person, it would be me

My body exists merely to sustain my pain
My soul, to make me think I’m strong
My eyes to see my tortured existence
My ears to hear my cries
My fingers to feel the nothingness
My mouth, to taste the fetid air

Why am I to be so alone?
Why must I live in sadness, in woe?
If this be hell, may I die.
If this be life, then let it end.
If this is all I have, then I let it go.
Because hell, torture, and pain is all I know.

MightyWurm
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tazz317tazz317about 8 years ago
A PERSON SANS LIFE

only existing with-in the mind, TK U MLJ LV NV

AnonymousAnonymousabout 8 years ago
My "existence" in a not shell

That is exactually how I feel. Every day that I wake up, I think the almighty god must have been drunk or something when he 'assigned' me this body and this 'life'. I'm not shitting you this is no bull shit. What bull shit you can think of he either well or have thrown at me, Why I but up with it? That is a good ducking question, and even better on is why do I even brother partying to him every night when I go to bed, and try to be good and all of that shit. Hum I guess the answer is I must be his fav toy to use and abuse!!(

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