Pressing On

As I write out my pain, I tell you love's not a game

This heartbreak's driving me insane, slowly numbing my brain


I try not to let it show, but deep inside my sadness grows

I fall silent when others speak, but inside my voice screams and bellows


My only voice is to speak through my poetry, unveiling the covert me

With the hope that others will see my inconsolable plea


I write to clear my mind, to have these feelings no longer confined

For the more words that I write, the more hurt I can leave behind


I force myself to press on, through every day's pros and cons

Life gets easier, as with every new dawn my strength respawns


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