My sorrow swells within me, like the purest fire of hell

My burning tears of pain hold all the secrets I do not tell

My blood seeps slowly outward, as I stare outside the glass

My heart beats softer with each step of every person to pass

My eyes are heavy and gradually close as I lean against the wall

My frail fingers grip the curtain as I barely catch my fall

My dejected life drains quietly, and nobody can even see

My existence leaves this world behind, to finally set me free  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I don't think I'm done with this poem...

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