Another dull ache
In the everyday pain of life
Sometimes shattered
Sometimes only cracked
But, never whole
Never complete
Trying to gather all the pieces
Only for them to slip through
Ghostly fingers, can't seem to hold it together
This life feels like a punishment
When does it stop
This seemingly endless suffering
Like a glass bottle
Bobbing up and down
In a river of pain
Only a matter of time before it has it's fill
And sinks
She's almost full up
Full of anger
Full of resentment
Full of disgust
She wishes not for death, but to have never existed at all.
