Or were it years to come and years to go. To lead a life clean and serene. I dont know the worth. They said it would get better and I havent noticed not a thing. Still I sit feeling like my life is on hold. It has gotten easier dealing with my own prison. I keep myself on lock down. Stealing away the moments that I could be using. This depression has got me down but if you see me I wont frown. One foot in the grave one step closer to heaven. One more time to see the place that ill be heading. One more chance to get things right in the eyes of a mother. This viscious cycle that turns faster than a category 5 hurricane. Slaves to the dollar on a bipolar roller heading to a meeting full of sick people. Hey theyre getting better. Mind over matter if I dont mind it dont matter. Selfish I am for putting nicotine into my system the old fashioned way. I think it has more to do with keeping myself occupied. Keeping the crazy thoughts on the insides of my mind. Doing what it takes one day at a time. My friends are but names on a computer screen. I have become recluse but may be its better this way. Life is good today I will rejoice and be glad in it on it all over it.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Jul 2014 23:50:21 +0000
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