For those of us let down by life..which i suppose is just about everyone.
Right from a bad day at work to more serious conditions like depression.
Ive heard people say that talking doesnt help and sometimes it doesnt but these feelings and thoughts thrive on secrecy so that they eat away at us.
Be welcome all of you to this refuge, with alike souls. Feel free to converse..

Update:Its shocking just many people feel a loss of sorts..sadness and pain seep into us without warning or mercy. Desperation is common. Society has been twisted beyond recognition and morality is a taboo subject.
Just about everyone i know and the majority of people i dont feel it like we are all grieving for something. Emotions are nasty things sometimes and there is no help to begin to understand or deal with them.

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Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years, muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail.
Sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.


A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man, decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.


Sometimes our best intentions do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen; may it happen for you.


-Sheenagh Pugh
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Extract from'Black Coffee Blues' by Henry Rollins
Illustrates frighteningly well how i feel about 99% of the time.


I cant make words work. If i could say the right thing to you, maybe you could tell me what it is thats killing me.


What i know: i cant relate to them. When i try i am filled with confusion and pain. I dont know what to do with words. When i talk they take on other meanings.


I want to walk in the desert tonight. I want the wind to pass over me. I want to let the poison bleed through the soles of my feet into the desert floor. I want to starve the monster. I want to punish it with thoughts of clean night wind. The monster will kick and bellow.
It cant take a direct shot. It cant take the pain of painlessness.


Walking wounded and dazed. Is there anyone alive out there tonight?


I have a rotten, reoccurring feeling that rips through me. A desperate longing for what i dont know. I walk, thinking that it might come to me, that i might be able to get my hands around its throat and strangle it. I want to kill it because it wants to kill me.
I say kill all the enemies in my brain.
The monster stalks the streets in search of itself.

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