Before my morning mug
The annoyance of irony
The drag of being alive today
The uncomfortable heaviness all over me
The only comfort is being with you
But then again eventually you will leave too
The constant pang of the bitter truth
The way we can’t change the history of our roots
The way the pain clings like a million knives
The way they back stab and don’t bother to lie
Sometimes I wish they would
Just tell me that life is going to be grand
That I was worth the sacrifice
That I was worth not the wait
But worth it today
And today would feel great
As you slide the knives further in
Under the guise of promises and a tailor made grin.
Souldier Girl 
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