I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Chronic...

It's the same every...............day,

All the hours

And all the seconds................in

All the minutes that

Feel the same every...............day

Of the week.

I am running.....................out--

Out of patience,

Out of hope, and...................I

Am so bitter now.

At moments, I find I...............am

Laughing, mirthlessly

And at horrible things..............so

I think I am numb

Or crazy; maybe.....................sick

In more ways than

One. The simple fact..................of

Existence, with this

Diseased blood, is a hell.............all

My own; it infects a

Sickness in my mind—.................this

Anger, desperation and

Fear turn my soul into................shit.

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