lost

working for nothing
living for less
afraid of dieing
but wanting it to end non the less.
time drags on,i seem to be cocerned about how i waste it but i just sit there anyway
and after all ive said it just really shows i had nothing at all to say.
but maybe it will all come together.
maybe it will all be alright.
i keep telling myself to hold on.but i really don't want to fight.



Poetry by rob lester
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Written on 2009-03-26 at 15:37

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
I have never read a better description of depression. This is the heart of it. Amazing.
2010-04-14