Do you ever get deathly afraid of your heart exploding? Maybe you haven't felt like yourself and you worry maybe you're nearing your end. You sit up at night thinking about this phantom illness that chills you. You crank the heat, but you shiver in fear at the thought of leaving this world. In times of sadness, you thought it might be okay to be dead. That in comparison to the suffering darkness would make it all okay. But as you think this sudden change could by some percentile mean your death. You long for all the years ahead of you and shed tears for your children you'll never meet. You cry in terror until finally spared by sleep, and maybe feel better when you awake. You may even get some long-term relief by way of some doctor assuring you that you're fine. But it will only be a matter of time before your anxiety convinces you yet again that you are not long for this world. And you feel stupid for essentially worrying over nothing. But you do hope with all of your being in spite of past suicidal thoughts in spite of the heartache you've experienced...
You hope with all of your being that you might just manage to live a long, happy life.
We are all just ticking time bombs. All we can do is hope our timer is a long one.
How did I fall into the trap of yesterday? I try to deter my thoughts but they won't go astray I'm locked in the past, I try to escape To claw my way out, but my efforts go to waste The tears that endlessly fall down my cheeks Create valleys of ones I love but can't keep I'm fighting and screaming at my mind to leave I can no longer stand this deadly disease
Please, Please don’t leave this way You don’t know I don’t have much time left to stay. Please give me a hug Let me hold you one more time Soon it will be too late if it goes the predictable way. Please....... tears don’t come out I don’t want to break this heart Not yet anyway.
When someone is terminal it’s very hard to share this with love ones! Harder then you think!!
For the last few thousand years, humans have continued to trespass, venture into inhospitable areas, burning down, meddling, or just poking around in natures complex, natural chemical laboratories.
The more humans encroach upon the natural world; the more exposed we are to a highly complex eco system; a system that has evolved over millions of years to support a huge diversity of life in which humans play a tiny part.
As a species we struggle to survive the mosquitoes, not to mention the trillions of other diverse insects, animals, fawner and flora we are now disrupting and introducing to our populations, is it any wonder so many of us are dying.
This disease is a symptom of our consumption and lack of contentment?
The second wave seems to have hit harder than the first by taking advantage of all those who ignored its thirst; in the initial stages when it manifested and began to rise leaving behind a trail of corpses catching all by surprise. _____
This is about Covid-19 in my home state of Victoria, Australia and particularly in Melbourne where people (mostly older) were dying off like flies but nothing like what's been happening elsewhere around the world until we went into strict lock down for 3-4 months which turned things around. May God help us all.
Yeah, I get it you're an outcast Always under attack always coming in last Bringing up the past no one owes you anything I think you need a shotgun blast a kick in the *** So paranoid Watch your back!
Oh my, here we go
Another lose cannon, gone bi-polar Slipped down, couldn't get much lower Quicksand's got no sense of humor I'm still laughing like hell You think that the cryin' to me Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe You've been infected by a social disease Well, then take your medicine
I created the sound of madness Wrote the book on pain Somehow I'm still here to explain That the darkest hour never comes in the night You can sleep with a gun When you gonna wake up and fight?
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality If there's an afterlife then it'll set you free But I'm not gonna part the seas You're a self-fulfilling prophecy You think that cryin' to me Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe You've been infected by a social disease Well, then take your medicine