Love is Lonely

It Hurts

It Hurts
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Hopeless and tormented
from the events of life
I wish and hope with all my heart
for me to be seen or merely just noticed
I don’t want to feel this pain anymore.
My soul and mind are old and losing hope.
I’m barely hanging on.

My heart is getting ready to be foreclosed on,
and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I’m helpless, hopeless, and drained from the anxiety
felt through my body on a daily basis.