Another dull ache

In the everyday pain of life

Sometimes shattered

Sometimes only cracked

But, never whole

Never complete

Trying to gather all the pieces

Only for them to slip through

Ghostly fingers, can't seem to hold it together

This life feels like a punishment

When does it stop

This seemingly endless suffering

Like a glass bottle

Bobbing up and down

In a river of pain

Only a matter of time before it has it's fill

And sinks

She's almost full up

Full of anger
Full of resentment
Full of disgust

She wishes not for death, but to have never existed at all.