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Lamentations 5

Exhausted and weary, at the end of my rope,

I can’t see anything that should give me hope.

My skin is burning, hot to the touch, 60 more words



I am bitten fingernails which should sting,
But long ago, I lost the ability
to feel a thing.


#48 the monday hoop

Monday is such a shitbag.

Just the thought of it is depressing.

Why don’t we rename it Friday and scrap the rest of the week?


Quiet Contemplation

“This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.”

– Thomas Stearns Eliot 

Quiet Contemplation

It starts with a bang… 199 more words


Depressed soul - A poem

Depression is such a bad thing;
I saw him stoop, tired and depressed.
It was on a darkest night and the owl did sing
And I saw his soul barely dressed.



Why do things like this happen to me??????

I sit underneath my cot sipping my morning coffee….. with a throbbing head perhaps fever is having its toll on me.Learning for seven hours straight at night really did aggravate it…Sneezing and coughing I do it better than my dog….. 580 more words


I confuse myself a lot, no wonder why no one understands me. I don’t understand me.