Its not an imbalance
That a chemical can counter.
Its not a weight
A drug can lift up.
Its pain. Real pain.
A hole in my heart
With raw tissue exposed,
Stinging as if alcohol is being poured over me.
A deep inhale of ice cold air
On a subzero day burns my lungs.
Breathing hurts! But its necessary;
So I suffer the searing pain.
A cavity inside me
With nerves exposed.
Air being blown inside
Jolts of agony travel my body.
Nature abhors a vacuum
And so do I.
Jacob wrestled You; Hannab begged.
And so do I.
Please, answer me
As you answered them.
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