Here’s where I am:
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy,
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find,
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind
Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry
Happiness I can not feel and love to me is so unreal
And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state
I tell you to enjoy life, I wish I could but (it's/I'm) too late
But then, it’s only a blog, you know. Don’t take it too seriously.
8 comments:
I always write poetry when I am truly miserable. At least you don't write bad poetry. I really hope you start to feel better about things soon (and that my comment doesn't sound too insensitive).
I'm rooting for you. I know this has a diffrent meaning in Australia, but thought it might make you smile.
Take care,
Px
I've always found that the best way for me to avoid writing bad poetry is not to write any at all, so I don't.
Thanks for the, er, rooting.
Sounds to me like you need a night out on the town with some GFs. Hope things are looking a little better!
Uh oh, you're not always thinking in ryme now? Goddamit! How do you spell ryme? rthyme? rymme?
(it's 'rhyme')
The thought of you being so depressed that you're listening to Black Sabbath makes me laugh, in a nice way. If you sink any lower it'll be Alice Cooper and Judas Priest :)
Depressed? I like that song!
Yeah, you like it cos you're depressed.
You're pretty adamant about this, aren't you Mark?
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