The day is over, but the pain still stands.

Are days ever really over?

How can they be when the pain continues to flow in a never ending cycle of torment?

You travel to hell and back in a single agonizing breath.

Pain does not care.

It does not care about who you are, where you come from, or any of your pitiful aspirations.

Pain has no remorse; it does not give a damn about you.

Pain wants misery.

Pain wants death.

Pain wants suffering.

You are in its way.

Pain is eager to destroy you.

Pain knows no mercy.

You stand no chance.

Pain wants to break you.

You try to fight it.

Pain has ruined you.

You feel yourself failing.

Pain is conquering your soul.

You take in one final jagged breath, and succumb to the hopeless, black abyss of the never ending day.
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I don't even know how this happened. It just did. I'm sorry if this is terrible, but it is more for me than anyone else. Current events in my life prompted me to write some things down. This is my first submission and I don't expect people to read it, so if you do, thanks for taking time out of your day.