Woe

Suddenly it all makes sense,
I wish it were a dream.
I keep on going forward,
but I'm going back it seems.

There's times I wish I knew the way
to plow through my despair,
I get beyond a certain point and
then I just don't care.

The reasons just don't matter and
there really is no rhyme.
It seems to be getting worse, and
it happens all the thyme.

Alas my heart is heavy, I am
waiting for the sun.
I guess I'll keep on hiding
far away from everyone.
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Posted: Jan 2014

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mimzy333
powerful, sometimes we all need to feel sorry for ourself.
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