Everyday that I wake,
is another day that I cringe.
There is a pain inside of me thats been there for four years.
Everyday, for four years.
The physical pain has blended with the emotional,
and I, I am a mess.
For me, there is no sweet nector or valium.
There is no relief.
Trying to explain how twisted I feel is hopeless,
and yet, I still try.
This struggle to wake and live, is hopeless.
Living is hopeless.
I just sink, farther and farther down,
within myself, and away.
The relief I seek is in my hands,
it is mine to take.
To be without pain is not a dream.
To be without pain is an ending.
Written and submitted by Theresa Holcomb
