I cry in the rain,

So my tears are not seen.

The endless pain,

With a blood-soaked gleam.

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Pain in disguise,

Is the worst kind.

For it enters your heart,

And kills you from inside.

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It hurts to continue,

Every step uncertain.

But it'll end soon,

When I find peace again.

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Hopefully.

AN: This is an old poem I found from a year ago. Thought it was actually pretty good, so why not?