I am at this point of my life
where it feels like strings are attached to my pinkies
& they are at the tips holding what's left together.
At a loss for patience with this same weather that feels & smells like rain,
here waiting as I am physically, mentally, & emotionally drained.
No salvation, no help, no mercy,
feels like everyone is entertained by me hurting.
How long can this continue?...
{RP}
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 10:01 PM UTC
I am at this point of my life
where it feels like strings are attached to my pinkies
& they are at the tips holding what's left together.
At a loss for patience with this same weather that feels & smells like rain,
here waiting as I am physically, mentally, & emotionally drained.
No salvation, no help, no mercy,
feels like everyone is entertained by me hurting.
How long can this continue?...
{RP}
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