There are things nobody wants to understand
Why pain is fast fading
But sorrow lingers
Why at 3 O'clock in the morning
we fidget our feet
and writhe like an arthritic hand
Thinking about things
that were so long ago
It became fiction
Why when we drink
Liquor drudges up the dirt
instead of cleansing it
Why a part of us is missing
but only we can feel the void
It's like we are bandaged casualties
wounded in wars already decided
still bleeding out
Members of an infirmary without doctors
Self medicating in the mean time
And silently praying for a cure
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