Tuesday afternoon

I don't want to live anymore
I would rather just lie here
half on and half off my bed
No willingness to strive
It seems there is no one there to help
Don't feel like moving
I don't feel much...
But then I got up
my blood started pumping
rage filling me inside
I'm about to erupt
I feel like imploding!

But I realize there is still nothing I can do.
Except give in...

or give up.

This happens too often?

Backing out,lies,talk,manufactured.

Done deal,believe what you hear is true.
Don't tell me if it's not real,
significant lives are always lost.
No problem to us,don't care if you live or die.
Little masses of nothing,compared to my large mass of consumption.
They feed upon the poor of me,
then they try to lie next to me.
When to rise amongst the rich we are against.
We fail within the others ,only then to obey again. As we tried so hard not to suffer. Try so hard, not to suffer within...