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Another poem, written quite a while ago, just recently unearthed out of a drawer by yours truly. Warning: It is sad. Comments, of course, are encouraged.

Pain

You cannot see it.
I cannot help but feel like I am
Caught in a torrent of misery.
Drowning in hopelessness.
Loving you when you love another.
Suffocating.
Choking on my love,
Trying to keep it from consuming me.
But no matter how much I try,
I cannot forget.
Pain.
You will never know it.
The desperate despair that
Is a constant shadow
Will not let my heart
Forget you.
I cannot stop my heart from beating
When it knows you are near.
My love for you, pent up inside,
Begs for fresh air that will not come.
I cannot strangle my love
Cannot kill it, so that I might have relief
From the pain
That you cannot see.

What is it with me and poetry...?

I cannot seem to stop writing it, even though 'tis not my forté! This poem is about a year old, 'tis depressing, yes, because I was in a depressing mood when I wrote it. But ah well. I was going through a hard time. Another shall follow after this, I believe, because I found them both in a drawer I was rooting through.
Need help with a title, peeps! Comments and critques welcome!

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And so, I walk on.
The same path I trod before
The way of self-inflicted agony
The road I thought I had left behind.

I walk on.
As the grief weighs down
And my heart wonders how it is
To be loved in return.

I walk on.
Wondering why I jumped into that hole
Chiding myself for not being on my guard
Wishing I could leave my broken path behind.

I walk on.
Slowly dying inside
Unable to hold a smile
My mask has become my pride.

I walk on.
What is wrong with me?
Why can I not forget?
Did I betray my heart in the end?

I walk on.
Ever so slowly now.
Wishing I could forget
That I ever loved at all.

Even so, I walk on.