Filled with gut wrenching pain
It hurts so bad, thinking, pondering, what to do about it.
Do I scream and surrender, to the consummation of the ripping inside of me?
It's a parasite that lives and festers, eating off my happiness, my soul:
Eating the joy, giving me the pain.
The ripping continues, it feels like someone has taken to hooks and hooked them into my ribs, pulling, making me gasp for air, difficulty to walk, to breathe, to talk.
Oh to surrender and let it eat from me. Drawing in the negativity and taking my soul.
The parasite lingers whenever something bad seems to happen. Causing tears and the parasite to grow.
