Pain,pain,pain

Pain is all I go through each day,
It's sad how it never goes away.
There's been no day that I haven't shed a tear
Now I sit down here in fear,
With my mind wandering around in dispair
My dreams are all busted and my hopes despondent,
Asking myself one question to another knowing very well that I wasn't going to get an answer.
Why me? What did I ever do to deserve such discomfort?
There comes intractable tears,
Running down my soft pale cheeks like the rain
Sorrow and agony have become an ailment and the only antidote I have is music.
Music rehabilitates the soul
I talk to myself without even perceiving
And that's the only way I get to see myself simpering.
Although I feel traumatized, broken and dead inside,
I still managed to put all my pain aside.
Fake smiles is what I wear day in and day out,so no one gets to know I'm hurting,
But deep down I know that I'm broken into trillion different pieces,
Not even a fixation could get me back together.
If you don't believe me,ask my pillow,it hears all my secret whispers and cries,
Or better still
Take a glimpse of my diary!!

Feel free to comment your thoughts after reading,I really don't mind.

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