Cortisol

Your heart may pump blood
But mine, pumps sorrow
Sorrow courses through my veins
It rages inside me
While I sit back
And let despair consume me
It’s not like I don’t try to resist it
I want to resist it
But it pins down my soul
It overpowers me
Downs me like am a bottle of alcohol
So much so
That even my smile reaks of cortisol

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