I'm tired of this endless cycle
of sadness that is torturing me.
One moment I want to run my life
the next I want to end it.
It's no question that every day
is a fight with my dark mind.
While I have my faith
I feel hopeless for the future.
I'm asking God how and why
feeling frustrated with any answer I get.
As I seek help and guides from Him
I'm sinking in my pain.
I can't see the bigger picture
don't know the full story.
Each hour is making me feel
more and more unsettled.
. . .
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A/N: Kell on kolm öösel ja ma peaks magama, aga sellel asemel kirjutan ma luuletusi ja üritan KC'i uut peatükki lõpetada. Ööelu ei ole üldse hea, eriti kuna see lööb mu päevarežiimi nii sassi, aga oh well... siin ma olen. Sellegipoolest loodan, et teile meeldis see. Või vähemasti pani teid mõtlema. Igal luuletusel on see võim ja ka võlu, seega see ei saa erand olla.
Olge tublid ja terved - kevadtuuled võivad tuua kerge gripilaine, hoidke end sellest eest!
Näeme teiselpool piiri,
M.
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