Tear drops of pain
Pouring from my eyes
Cursing through my veins
With it's healing, death and life.
Pulling back the vials
Of unwanted times.
Shedding light on what I fail.
Bringing forth the prodding eyes.
Holding back, I try. Pulling away, I lie
Giving up, I die. What is next?
This is life.
I cover my fears with masked uncertainties.
Mark the days or years
I've hidden these impurities.
Lastly, I call, only to get no answer.
Wonder why I try at all,
If other ways are easier, faster.
Giving in, I might. Pushing forward, I fight
Letting go, I'd like. What is next?
This is life.
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