no happy faces

sitting at this lunch counter

nothing but sadness

with brief moments of happiness

spoiled by Ill health

I am

consumed with grief

mine yours and everything

but especially mine

because nobody suffers like me right?

I am

full of myself

so much that I want to die

gently in my sleep

like it never happened

insomnia

manic depression

anxiety

drug use

alcoholism

smoking

suicidal thoughts

stomach ulcers

high blood pressure

high cholesterol

I don't know how much more of this I can take.

12/13/2013

Posted on 12/13/2013
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