Make It Stop!

Make It Stop!

I’ll Love You Like No Tomorrow

The Problem:

The lack, of variety. In people to spend time with me. And, the lack of love in my life. It is enough; to drive a man mad. This feels like solitary confinement. There is a lack of love, trust, and respect. Those are pretty serious problems to have.

Some people, say: “Beautiful people, beautiful problems.” Well, I’m not sure, how pretty i am at this point. It feels like my face looks like five miles of bad road. The last twenty years, haven’t been kind to me.

And, to top this stuff off with a cherry on top; I’m drugged by PSI with these medications that make me feel like a damn zombie. No one really gives a shit. They could not care. Doesn’t seem to bother them, to hurt me this way.

This life. Want results that make life worth living. This, is not living. its a living death. I would be lying, if i said I wasn’t sick of it. I’ve had it with this shit. Want some love in my life. Want some peace of mind.

Want results, that work like they should. You wouldn’t understand. You have no idea what I’m talking about. And, I’m not going to tell you. Not in this post. The way things are. They don’t read, listen, or think. feeling like, its enough; its tough to be happy. It isn’t the life, that I wanted. This doesn’t resemble the existence; that I thought I should have had.

It feels like punishment. It’s bitter. Life is meant to be sweet. Need a hug. Doesn’t feel like anyone gives a damn. Still, i want to do better. They don’t seem interested in helping me. To be honest, I’m not sure, that I could hold you in my arms, and not let you fall. I would be here for it.