Poetry
Ache
Today I ache,
I want to pull the covers over my head,
And lay here alone,
In silence,
Wallowing in pity,
Selfishly holding onto my pride,
I want to hide,
From my life,
My friends,
And my family,
I desire nothing but my own selfishness,
Today I know that You could use me,
But I can't see past what I want,
Really?
Truly?
Why would You want me?
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