As I pull my legs to my chest,
My weary head hangs lifelessly
from my debilitated neck
down in between my feeble legs.
My body is as cold as a corpse.
Oh! How I long.
How I long to no longer endure this wretchedness.
Merriment, gaiety and satisfaction are fictitious.
I live a nightmare of misery and despair.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 2:12 PM UTC
As I pull my legs to my chest,
My weary head hangs lifelessly
from my debilitated neck
down in between my feeble legs.
My body is as cold as a corpse.
Oh! How I long.
How I long to no longer endure this wretchedness.
Merriment, gaiety and satisfaction are fictitious.
I live a nightmare of misery and despair.
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