Woke up this morning, feeling so unclean. Won't wash off my skin, the stink is in deep. One multiplies a ton, thoughts beome a million, run amuck in stampede, I just want again to sleep. Thoughts of tomorrow, now weight of the world. Showing me a new low I am digging a hole, to shut out the world, to fester in, to wallow. Self pity will console I will hungrily swallow. I verge on losing it., the way out is up, I know, I know it, all i need is to get up, I know, I know it, but just let me slip. I am an addict, even if my life is pathetic.
Current Mood: Gloomy
Current Music: highway star
u verbed 'verge'! I like...
I can relate to that. Hang in there. :)
Good words.
"the diff b/w a grave and a rut is only in its depth" select where u want to be, coz self pity is sthg that will def send u to an early grave..very destructive that #$!#!@#$ emotion..i know,sighh , i just know :(