The agony returned.
Face down in the dirt.
Someone hit repeat.
On my track of hurt.
Nowhere to be.
No one cared.
Nothing is left.
Just memories and despair.
I hit rewind.
But that didn’t matter.
Will my breathing cease?
Will my heart shatter?
Perpetually, I cope.
I feel like a dope.
I’m struggling with hope.
Not doing this, nope.
…
So, I survive for one more day.
But the Hurt Track is waiting, ready to play.