Depressed brain of an idle mind.
I weep in sadness with a confused heart.
I hope for joy, but expect none.
Emptiness haunts my spirit and soul.
Devastation is the world I’ve created.
The pain I carry is mine to bear.
Each day that passes, I die inside.
When tomorrow comes, I hope to be gone.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Depressed Brain
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