Burdened and Bothered, Battered and Bruised

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Each day has its demons
The morrow is always a nightmare
Won’t it be better
If the future is blank or blur?
Far better than a future of clear horror

I hate myself with each sunrise
Bullied by my own conscience
While he still eats me up
Bit by bit; I’m being torn apart
I’m being dragged to hell

Problems and solutions
The later is outnumbered
I feel empty
Second to a lost soul
Only the dead understands

Burdened and bothered
I’m broken
Battered and bruised
I’m bleeding
Even destiny despises me

Why not share?

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