Late at night I sit and think,
Often causing my heart to sink.
So much heartache through the years,
Makes me cry so many tears.
I try my best to forget the past,
But my head allows the torture to last.
I wish I could switch off from the pain,
Instead of letting it drive me insane.
I've asked for help to get me through,
What else am I supposed to do?
Traumatised by days gone by,
Always asking myself why?
©scheckley
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