It seems hell is chasing me throught my steps I walk in this world.
My pain remains, and the hole of filth I dwell in welcomes me with open arms.
Like quicksand my hole deepens rapidly.
My luck has betrayed me throughout my misery filled so called life.
It’s always sunny in hell, so I must embrace the heat.
My pain remains, my passed is seared in my head, branded and permanently imbedded inside what I call myself.
My tears are dehydrated and dry.
Iv cried my tears away for far too long.
I wish I could depart from myself and my misery filled life.
The pain inside remains.
Help me Lord. For my life brings me a sadness with consistency from my young years and on..
The pain remains..

Blake pedigo

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