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Sun, Sep 07 04:33 PM

them bad boogas

 

I am going to write today before I don't, and before I do my day at Tools because I know I will feel better after it and I would like to share this dumpy lumpy cockroach feeling before I feel better!

 

I am came across a song I tried to write a wee while ago through a haze of tears and alcohol, so admittedly it ain't much to sneeze at but it highlighted for me how important tools is, not just for me, but for those like me...

 

"Nobody likes the damaged girl,

no one wants to see her cry

and when at night she commits suicide

we're all horrified and ask God why

 

"I have been fighting a darkness even I can't comprehend

and trying to make sense of it I appeal to you, my friend...

but...

 

"No one wants to hear,

No one wants to see,

No one wants to to be with

a girl so damaged as me.

 

"It's hard to find the words in which to tell

just how far from heaven is this corner of my hell,

It's seems they're all too frightened of me,

refusing to reach out, turning off when I approach in the times I quest for help.

 

"Why do you have to pay for someone to listen?

Why, when you seek, is there no one willing to be there?

Why, when I feel like killing myself,

it seems that no one cares.

 

"Then the light begins to rise over the horizon,

Suddenly it's dawn and lightens the black I've been in.

It's sad to think that my damaged self, who most needs help, was all left out,

but this brightened me receives far more attention than she needs."

 

I get that you need to ask for help, and as a cofession at the time I wrote this I wasn't 'asking' for help, I was demonstrating the need for help...I know the difference and which is more effective these days! But I also get that sometimes the world is such a pungent shadow baring down upon you and even if you had a spade you don't have the strength to dig. And then to dig up! What a concept for a weakened mental to grasp!

 

I would like to say: I hope all who have felt, and do feel, and will feel so very worthless that I for one believe you are worth the world.

I don't care what you have done, or what has been done to you, where you are or why you are there.

It is a miracle that you were born and you remain a miracle of life and shear survival. That there is no way but up, then a little down, then alot of up again for you.

 

For me too.

 

 

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pdeL pdeL:

For all of us......

All the way up, up, up.  Especially for you for writing from your heart.

francis francis:

thank you.

You're not alone You're not alone,I know many peolpe that feel that way,not excluding myself,and because of what you wrote has made me come to a ...breaktrew in my own thinking./?

maninacan maninacan:

A shovel

You don't need a shovel when you have wings!  Your wings are your desire to help people and the vision to know what true emotion is.  Your touch for the human condition is remarkable, never let go of that!

 

We all need help, we just have to know where to look.  Sometimes the help we need is not another person or thing though.  Sometimes, or maybe more often than not, the help we need is inside us.  Remember, that no matter hard things are, or how hard you try, you always got more in you.  Maybe we do need a shovel afterall...but not to dig up, but to dig down inside ourself and find that little extra UMPH we may need.

Melsar Melsar:

The Simple Facts

Sad Lemon

Without analyzing what you wrote too much I just want to comment that the simple fact you can write a song is a talent that escapes most people. And the act of actually writing it down and sharing it probably makes you one in a million. (or at least 100K)