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Hitting despair |
| Am I a gross person A well rotted soul With the hole in my heart A gigantic black hole? I’m tired of being Sympathetic and kind What about me, I scream in my mind I'm just for all others, an ear to unwind To whom can I go To heal, to mend? Where the hand for me My fears, can I send? Pick up my heart, ignore the fierce pain Others are worse, selfish me to complain But here I fester, inwardly gaze Wondering how, my life to maintain Tis very unworthy I know that is true But uncontrolled feelings With in me doth brew I know I'll recover, regain & surge forth Again face reality, with energy of course But once in awhile, backslide to this place Where in the bright mirror, I can't see my face |