Little
by
little

Pain enters within
& from within; of course
of itself
&
for itself

This constant pain
should have been long gone
but still I wonder how
such a thing can remain

Maybe she was engraved within my very lungs
Maybe I was wrong; A fool in dumb love.
Maybe i've paid the attention too much
& forgotten how to advance through this world by myself
I look at everything as if it was Hell
Self-aware of my sight
compared
to the real
Self-aware never helps
the way that I feel.