I sit here alone
Wallowing in self pity
Thinking about the laughing clowns
That is dragging me down...
I feel out of control of my life
The pain I feel cuts like a knife
I long to be dead and gone
I know the show will carry on...
Those fools full of hatred and spite
Will smite yet another helpless soul
And drive them to dark places unknown
Just as they did with me
I just wish they could just let me be...
Drown evil with a world of good, Naomi. You're a wonderful person and you have a place in this life. Don't sit there in self pity: get up and put your intellect to work and be a light unto all who meet you. Keep at it; and you'll turn darkness into sunshine. Mark
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A lot of us experience what you're feeling and for the same reasons. Good luck.