Tomorrow?

It showed up again

It isn’t mine

It does not belong to me

That doesn’t stop it from coming

It rips at my heart

Stupid useless muscle

Does not even know what it is supposed to do

What good is it?

Just cut it out

You’re doing a good job so far.

Finish it

Finish me

Wrung out

Wrapped tight

Find somewhere for it to go

Or let me fall.

I can’t take the pain

Love is an illusion

Pain is real

Truth, honesty, loyalty

Why isn’t it enough?

FU for making me feel this way

But you won’t win

I will see another day

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