Heated words
tear me to the soul
rubbing salt into
an already open wound
festering within
I cry for hours
Sandpaper tears
make my eyes
heavy and sore
my mind feels lost
issues pile upon issues
as one thing after another
seems to go wrong
or gets too complicated
I cry for hours
Emotional scars deepen
I claw feebly
at the walls
trying to get back
my usual positive vibes
but with no energy
left to spare this day
I don’t care
I wallow in misery
and cry for hours
Sometimes life is like this
--Sasha Wolfe
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