Wasteland
Why is it if trying to pick self up there is always something there to knock one down again? Does one simply set them self up to fail or is it simply karma? So tired of doing the things thought to be right but people always look at the previous mistakes.
So tired of taking a step out after being encouraged and then the world collapses!!! So close to goals set and then they are pushed further out again. Why? Told to chin up, to hold on, to have faith but for how long? Doing those things it just gets worse. So tired…So tired….So incredibly tired…
Where does one go when they have hit bottom and there is nowhere else to go? When in need of a new bottom there isn’t anything lower…Lost…Lost…Forever lost…There is no other bottom, no other low…
Words are hard to come by because the deep feel of anger is so much, so much hurt, so empty of words that are not offensive. Just want to vent before exploding…Empty, offensive, pointless wasteland is the mind.
How to explode without offending, how to terminate the anger, how to defuse when no answers…Where does one go??? Gone is the mind, gone is the mind, gone is the mind…
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