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Misery.

Loneliness.

But yet.
How does one describe it in mere words?

As i utter a prayer for the dead.
To send another soul into the netherworld.

I feel that one day.
My heart will just explode and shatter.

Am i fated.
To eventually feel nothing.

Slay me.
So that i will drown.
In my own tainted blood.

A blood tainted with the sins.
Of a past life of silence.

I hate myself to bits.
I curse myself.

Rip my heart out.
Rip my eyes out.

So that i may no longer feel.
Or see this silent hurt.