What's Old Is New Again, Reopen The Scars Of Hated Past

My pain returns again. My heart was so close to maybe pulling together, and now it's fallen apart again. I can feel it aching again, I can feel my torn up soul screaming for the pain to subside but it's cries aren't heard yet. Only I can feel my pain, only I can hear my screams, and only I can see my suffering. The healing was stopped dead by those cold, hated words that mortify my mind, revealing a cold dead corpse. I am now an eternal slave to misfortune, a fool for Lady Luck. I chase after the cure before I die inside, but there's nothing to fix me. Nothing at all can end my pain. I live in oblivion, the ethereal hell that consumed my mind and body. Every time I build up energy to move on, the moment I try to step forward I'm pushed back a hundred steps into the corrupted dark. I am dying. I've lost alot of emotions to what past has done to me and now with an even darker future my body, soul, and mind is dying. Tears flow, but sadness isn't there, smiles are cast, but my joy doesn't register. All I can feel is pain, the grotesque pain that has made an eternal home of my body. There isn't an angel for me, there isn't a hope left, there's no cure for this. Prayers in vain and hopes of my recovery are forgotten to time. I can feel it fading all of it's fading. My life is lost and my hopes are too. All I can do is let the empty tears flow down while my broken heart aches for salvation that will never come...