It’s 1:43 in the morning
and I sit here breaking.
Wondering why the world’s so cruel
Why the Lord would let this happen.
I have lost my sleep,
I have run out of bed,
Not because of the bugs,
Not because of the nightmares,
Not even the darkness,
Its probably not the ghosts,
Neither is it a headache,
But a stomach ache.
The twist in the tummy,
Random turnings of pain,
Because of the things I tried earlier on,
O’my a resolution followed,
Accomplished and bringing me pain.
Pain caused by the sweetest of things,



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