I stare
at the inside of my eyelids.
My brain screaming
Futiley
God I feel so...
Useless
Ineffective
Old.
Alone
In my mind
Only me and my thoughts.
What good am I
to you
to anyone?
To myself?
A contest entry
- Wherever you are stop and write! by alexandrathegreat.
1800 points, ended October 24, 2007, 31 entries
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God I feel so...
Useless
Ineffective
Old.
ahh yes my old arch nemesis paranoia leading to depression, muhahahaha -now i spin on my chair and begin stroking my black cat- i try to stay on the positive side of this question, alike one of my fav. words; pronia, is the sneeking suspicion that everyone is trying to help you ! that no matter how useless you feel there is always someone that would help you do something good, (like toning down those voices and focusing on the flashing light images and patterns that come with practice and focus...) anyheys nice use of space and zen
w oranges
-JAS
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why do dark writes scare people? Is it cause they might speak to them?
I liked it. Simply because I have this day.. Sometimes two or three times a week..
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this is a bit depressing but well liked and I know the feeling kudos thank you for entering.
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