My world

As I sit writhing in pain.

Body twisted and damaged.

Years of abuse have taken their toll.

Damaged goods, just worn out.

So here I simply shout out.

Crying doesn't comfort.

Praying for death, but it doesn't come.

The worst of the pain is yet to come.

This is the physical world.

The one that I know.

Can't sleep, it hurts so.

Can't sit for long, walking's a joke.

Here let me light up another smoke.

This is the world that I know so dear.

Pain, Pain, Year after year.

Richard.