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Sadness is a badness A disease of desperate unease An ugly difficult anomaly That brings me to my knees It enters the room On its own terms Without a warning As welcome as germs Like a kick in the ****** It hurts like hell Bringing on the confusion Of words misspelled I can't ****** help it What do I do It grips on so tight Like a terrier with a chew A minute, an hour, A day, sometimes a week There's no rhyme or reason For how long I feel bleak And bleak is how I feel During the spell Bleak, numb, disabled Desperately unwell. Single, solo Alone, on my own Deeper and deeper Heavy as a stone I don't want it to happen Not ever, at all Like rabies, like syphilis Like headbutting a wall. It changes my mind And the way that I act. It makes me go silent I feel like a **** I cancel appointments Welch out of dates Then worry for ages That I've upset my mates My pain, my heart ache Nobody knows They may have similar But they don't have my foes So next time you see me And I'm not quite myself Please give me some space And wish me good health Please give me some time To get back to being To get back to feeling And hearing and seeing For when I am happy My world is amazing And when I am sad My world is hell raising Sadness is a badness A disease of desperate unease An ugly difficult anomaly That brings me to my knees
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
Black dog
Sadness is a badness A disease of desperate unease An ugly difficult anomaly That brings me to my knees It enters the room On its own terms Without a warning As welcome as germs Like a kick in the ****** It hurts like hell Bringing on the confusion Of words misspelled I can't ****** help it What do I do It grips on so tight Like a terrier with a chew A minute, an hour, A day, sometimes a week There's no rhyme or reason For how long I feel bleak And bleak is how I feel During the spell Bleak, numb, disabled Desperately unwell. Single, solo Alone, on my own Deeper and deeper Heavy as a stone I don't want it to happen Not ever, at all Like rabies, like syphilis Like headbutting a wall. It changes my mind And the way that I act. It makes me go silent I feel like a **** I cancel appointments Welch out of dates Then worry for ages That I've upset my mates My pain, my heart ache Nobody knows They may have similar But they don't have my foes So next time you see me And I'm not quite myself Please give me some space And wish me good health Please give me some time To get back to being To get back to feeling And hearing and seeing For when I am happy My world is amazing And when I am sad My world is hell raising Sadness is a badness A disease of desperate unease An ugly difficult anomaly That brings me to my knees
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46/M/Cornwall, UK
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
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