The hate I feel paralizes my body.
In my life, Bitterness is a choice, it is me.
The choices I make have left me numb and cold,
A saddened husk of my body sold.
So bitter, so sad, filled with sorrow,
stealing away to a sheltered tomorrow.
I cannot feel the pain from strangers,
My mind is sheltered from threatening dangers.
I cannot hear, I have no voice,
For me, I live by Bitterness the choice.
Scaring myself to the point of destruction,
Being brought back by self-mutilation.
As sorrows end, I remain numb
Waiting for Death's grip to come,
To carry my soul to the resting place,
That is set aside for my listless face.
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