Moon pt 2
i was looking forward to getting out of work, enjoying the harvest moon, and being able to talk, and get a lot of things off my chest. for the past month i've been asking for such an opprotunity. and i was going to get that chance today. despite limping around work al lday because my shin and foot is absolutely ravaged, it was goign t obe a good day. i'd be able to hopefully get some of this weight off me, maybe calm down so i dont HAVE to resist the urge to deck each and every perso nthat crosses my path, and know that there is somebody who cared enough to be willing to help me with this.
thats what it comes down to.
the at the very least illusion that somebody is willign to hlep you bear you rcrosses, your tribulations.
well, needles to say. my plans fell through, which is another thing that really gets to me. that i dont have enough value for plans to be kept, and im left here, in silence and solitude, with the rage, dispair, and depression that i've been with for years, but has only resurfaced in about the past 3 months, steadily building, rollign toward some climax that will only end badly and bring misery and pain.
and its a shame to waste this moon. the harvest moon. but honestly i dont haev the heart or the voice to sing that song, that i've sung, every full witches or harvest moon that i've seen for the past 15 years. how bad is that, to come to the point where you just dont have it in you to do something that you've done for years and that brings a smile to you and those aroudn you.
how far have i fallen this time.
in case you dont know:
i see the moon
the moon sees me
the moon sees the one i long to see
so god bless the moon
and god bless me
and god bless the one i long to see
is anybody out there?
can anybody hear me?
What am I thinking?
i'm not enough. not that strong.
i dont rank high enough to be helped in the eyes of those...
obviously. i dont matter.
thats what it comes down to.
the at the very least illusion that somebody is willign to hlep you bear you rcrosses, your tribulations.
well, needles to say. my plans fell through, which is another thing that really gets to me. that i dont have enough value for plans to be kept, and im left here, in silence and solitude, with the rage, dispair, and depression that i've been with for years, but has only resurfaced in about the past 3 months, steadily building, rollign toward some climax that will only end badly and bring misery and pain.
and its a shame to waste this moon. the harvest moon. but honestly i dont haev the heart or the voice to sing that song, that i've sung, every full witches or harvest moon that i've seen for the past 15 years. how bad is that, to come to the point where you just dont have it in you to do something that you've done for years and that brings a smile to you and those aroudn you.
how far have i fallen this time.
in case you dont know:
i see the moon
the moon sees me
the moon sees the one i long to see
so god bless the moon
and god bless me
and god bless the one i long to see
is anybody out there?
can anybody hear me?
What am I thinking?
i'm not enough. not that strong.
i dont rank high enough to be helped in the eyes of those...
obviously. i dont matter.