Friday, January 20, 2012


My concept of time has been blurred by my emotions
Stressed out by my peers and over-run by my compulsions

A slave to everything that I hate
No cure is found in these pills I take

Confused and drifting in no direction
Stopping to cry at each intersection

A weakened heart that can not press on
Dismissed hope, because now you’re gone

Depression use to come and go, now it’s here to stay
When the soul has given up there’s nothing left to save

Copyright (C) Angel Campbell

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