Ache.

 

It is too hard somedays...

To even breathe;

When I'm reminded of everything...

That I truly seek.

 

It is painful...

To reminiscence what happened;

The deeds I have done...

Oh lord! Wish I could change 'em.

 

It is tough...

To even hear my heart beat over all the throbbing,

As the slow ache takes over...

And leaves me settling for nothing but that sting.

 

Is it greed?

Wanting to be happy- no wanting to disappear;

As I'm faced with everything...

That wants to reappear;

 

I am tired of it!

Wish I could change...

But since I can't...

I kinda wan' end this game.

The pain won't subside and the heart continues to hurt;

In the midst of nowhere...

My chest, filling it up with everything but the words.

It is empty,

Inside me.

In front of me.

And yet as I think back...

As I look back upon it...

I am met with numbing ache.