It's not fair the way I hurt inside,
from all the pain you gave.
You sit back and watch me die,
I'm closer to the grave.
Nothing seems to kill the pain,
I hate what I've become.
This is one of many steps,
To heal what love has done.
I lay awake at night and cry,
though you don't seem to care.
Times we've shared will haunt my dreams,
although you're never there.
I'd end my life to kill the pain,
I hate what I now know
I don't want you in my head,
I want to be alone...
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Keith A. Lynema