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Why must my days,

be full of such pain.

Constantly thinking of my awaiting death.

Wishing it would come quickly,

so I don’t have to deal with this pain,

I feel all the time.

No longer knowing what happiness is.

Forgotten how to feel anything,

but the tears that fall.

Night after night,

I cry myself to sleep.

Wondering why.

Why these things have to happen,

and why me?

What have I done to deserve this?

To be treated the way I’ve been treated.

Like I’m nothing,

and that’s exactly,

what I am.



~*~ Jill ~*~