Willow weep for me tells the struggle of one woman's journey out of realms of depression, despair, loneliness, betrayal, and heart break. I can relate to allof these I do not think that there is any medication, or therapy in this world that will endthis vicious cycle of depression. Little wonder Edgar Allen Poe and Ernest Hemingway took their own lives because what peace did they ever receive. I wish they would let this poetobtain sweet rest and peace in the everlasting arms of the Lord. The heartbreak, betrayal, mulitiple hospitalizations I have  had over the years and tiresome. I am quite ready to end my poet's journey.

All of my life I have been waiting for just one boy
And all of my life I have been waiting for all the joy
Of having someonethat can call my own
Who'll  come to my side when I am all alone.

They put me in a room where everyone knocks on the door. They expect you to keep your sanity where most of the patients needed to be locked up in a funny farm. They fill the patients full of psychotopic meds but in truth it is turning these morons into zombies. They don't know if they are coming or going but Imust actually say the only positive thing I heard from the psychiatrists out of UIC psych floor is why don't you get your poetry and stories published to me. I will never havea normal life again no thanks to Robert Littlejohn, Michael Czech, and http://facebook.com, which I have closed down. I do miss Denise Seymour I wish she would call me. She blocked me from her facebook and changed her phone number. I love you Denise come back to me  please.

You took it all away from me. The girl I mean to be. You took the faith I loved so and my poetry. You broke my heart and you broke my spirit, however a metaporhosis you will see Robert Littlejohn and Michael Czech when this ugly duckling becomes a beautiful swan once more with a dazzing smile, sparking eyes, but my heart no man will get because I am sick and tired of cheaters and Peter Pans. I am tired catertering to ***** ******* mama's boys who live their impossible dreams I want to be a musican or I want to be a poet when neither one of you have the skill to be. I  am content to be solitude and with my computer by side because I am a real poet and writer and this is my chosen life.

The poet's circle is our hangout where all the poets and writers can come together and  share their poems and thoughts with each other who have mental illness i,e, depression, learning disabilitities, ptsd, and more. I am a late night poet. Come and share with us.

Lonely nights, lonely days, all I can do is walk it away. I can not smile, I can not think but I can cry because the heart break is to new. I will never fall in love again and trust another man again as my poor heart is very fractured and it needs time to heal again.

Have it your way Robert you want distance and to be poor white trash in the streets of Nashville with no health care, no home of your own accept the men'mission and theroom in the inn at 705 Drexel Place. You want to be a Peter Pan, awomanizer, anda want to be musician which has not transpired into anything. You are a vagabond hobo and just because you have a a stretch at Clancy's Cafe does not guarantee yoy a place the lime light' You donot acknowledge m[y little tokens I sent you have it your way. Karma will get you I promise one day. I will not even try  to reason wirth you. I hope and pray you are happy with street ***** you pick up on-line and they find out all about you and kick you to the curb.