I wish that i could feel content
i carnt escape this vibe of that my time on this sphere is spent,
spent waiting
hateing every moment of my life,
im angry
im sad
emotions tearing with claws inside
But im the great pretender
worn down heels but i walk with a strut
shoulders back.
god knows its always om my mind
to drowned
a pill
a blade
a shock
a fall
or a thump from a veircal of momentum
a plactic-bag and a rubber-band a bottle by my feet
im wasteing away bitter like a
winter-breeze wipping the last few leaves from the tortured looking trees
i stand astounded stareing straite ahead past careing
should i share?
"talks cheap"my mind murmers like a warm friend with a dimond tipped tail,horns and a fork
"it carnt hurt?"
"it carnt help"(tongue in cheek)
so i coil it in slipping&descending deeper into my own fear-foreboding depressive frame of mind,
im a coward
"do it,do it now"
"but..."
"NO buts,how many times?"
"but..."
im crying
im mad
im sitting with my head in my palms rubbing my temples not termanial but im dieing a loseing battle
"if only.."
"IT,S to fukking late for that,Do it,do it Now"
"but..."
im desprately shakeing as i get to my feet,eyes open as if for the first time
and i walk the path of deceit,pain and the acute knowledge i wont return...

hay im renameing it Deep-Distress as it applys to both sex,es and is more fitting!

fukking amazing

Thanks!

Ah job done,thanks lilbug!

Thanks the slight change stops the reader being stumped!

Thanks the slight change stops the reader being stumped!

powerful...and this to shall pass

You did it again... Wow... More please, I can't get enough...

heres to what we see,,,,,,

A moto many dont have the will-power or sence at the time to take.....
cheers!