No Mortgage.

Blundering about the day

Wishing I was dead

No longer can I bear the pain,

or undo what I’ve said

I’d like to heal this ache inside

For what? I am not sure

Maybe during this time on earth,

I shall find the cure

Is it worth the trouble?

Spilling blood,

the tears-

the sweat?

That answer, I may never know

For now,

I pay my rent.

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