"Welcome to Mcdonalds - may you help me?"
She stares into the distance
wanting and needing
begging and pleading
Asking the questions that will not get answered
Fearing her prayers never reach the hereafter
Life - it gets lost in this fog of depression
She's - been reduced to a child left guessin'
Living this death that's disguised by her breath.....
And the anticipation is all she has left
There's so many more who are feeling this way
but there isn't a whole lotta things I can say
For I have been patiently waiting as well.....
to be free'd from my own fucking miserable hell
Poetry by brian paglia
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Written on 2010-04-09 at 19:25
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