I Have Sucidal Feelings
Does the nervedamage show? .....Is the survival switch tripped?....How can I feel this way when there is nothing tangible to put my fingure on. Am I thus selfish thinking only of my own?....I am so tired feeling this way. I am obliged to carry on, only the thought of cutting loose, the desire...the overwhelming longing keeping me company. Not even death can I make my own choice, for I dare not. Witha an emptyness so great, ....wide as the oceans in my heart. For the soul I seek, the one that can heal this tortured heart. There is but one that knows who I am, that reads the deeper me, but alas, I was cut from the cord that fed me. Plunging to the depths of dark depression once more, only deeper than before. Who can be so mean? Do you know what you have done? In wisdon I have revelled, now only confusion remains. Like water spinning out of a bathtub, so am I, in a vortex of never ends. Goiing round and round. I do not hope for a reply, for nothing said, can make it come undone. This LIVING HELL I must bear, till the time comes I shall not shed another tear, for this earth holds to me nothing dear..........