I Want To Break Down and Cry

by pippa (follow)

Sadness (1)      Finances (1)     

This illness I'm told I have
Is getting quite bad

It's not the voices I find
But the lack of peace of mind

Angst returning
Thoughts a churning

Release of suppression of thought
Inner turmoil I appear to have bought

Wishing my troubles would go away
It's like they're here to stay

Wish I could sell my soul
And then fill up my bowl

Struggling to make ends meat
This life has me beat

Surrender into reality
Find some practicality

Turn to the next page
A chapter on a stage

Play out the minds dramas too
Evolve with time I do

I can't seem to grasp it yet
Finger tips of natures set


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