The Pain Goes On

I'm so glad that his sad excuse for pain,

Is recognized and he gets some sort of pity,

As I have dealt with his shit and walked in the rain,

As my tears combine with the rain in the downpour as I stroll through the city.

Strangers don't achknowledge me or ask what is wrong,

As I walk alone with my bloodshot eyes,

I arrive home in a time period that seems not too long,

As I try to hide the fact that all I did in the last few hours was cry.

How ever long I decide to live,

The pain goes on.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

how duz he do thiz 2 me n try 2 take pity pointz from pplz?

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