| Single. Problems surround me like the grains of sand surround the ocean coast. I am truly overwhelmed with depression and anguish, anger and fear. My though process is clouded more so than that of the gray sky just before the rain. Much like the rain I am wet, from the falling burdens that continue to soak my sprit and render me heavy. I am in trouble yawl. I see trouble ahead left it behind yet it’s gaining fast. It’s past me now. I am lost. I don’t like the scenery but I continue to look at it each day. I find peace only when I sleep, and have considered it as a permanent solution. Then fear, reality and faith steps in, dragging me through another hour. Powerless I am. Cowardless I am not. I live by a set of obligations. I deceive myself in instilling its for the greater good. The farther I am torn down the clearer I can see through my smokescreen. I did it to my self. I feel like I’m dying. Yet I am not. I am already dead, for this is not living. |
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