My hope pantry speaks too softly for me to hear, anymore
I am empty, uninspired
There is nothing left
I am void of positive words, good feelings
And I fight for normalcy every moment of every day.
But there is no relaxation or joy
as I twist and torque my way through this uncomfortable life
Optimism a distant memory, jealous I am of the people who can sleep
They say "but it is not life threatening"
Whose life is it anyway?
Yet I am courageous, I am? right?
You don't want to read my griping
I don't want to hear your sniping
I am a joy forever as your seperate life goes on
There are days when I stink at golf, there are days when I can't play guitar.
But never are there days when you bastard PD doesn't depress the me I am today
I cannot breathe, speak or sit still
I am frozen in a wet blanket. Shatter it you say...
Express yourself, as loud as possible
Scream, NO SCREAM!!!!!! louder....NO LOUDER
Give me my last straw of hope
to float into this future of running on empty,
please I need it now
Hope Junkie that I am
Don't give up
my loved ones plead
try to meet our need
for a hope pantry filled