Surviving the Days ... and the Weeks and the Torment.


Words I write don't necessarily make sense to you... I don't expect them to, maybe I don't even want them to... The thoughts are written fragmented and incomplete! I do not write for any form of external validation.. What you read may not have the same meaning as what I write... But do not underestimate the personal significance of my words! An essential part of who I am is only evident in my writing... It had been locked away after it was used against me... Everything you need, in order to hurt me, is right here!

Friday, March 17, 2006

Then

Tomorrow, things will get better

I won't feel like this tomorrow

The sun will shine, my mind will clear

Everything will be okay tomorrow

Except I know that's not true

Yesterday's tomorrow is today

It isn't any better and I'm not okay

The sun shines without warmth today

There's no escape from my mind, myself

Without action, nothing changes tomorrow

The praises of strength I'm not worthy of

Maybe I can change that... tomorrow

Posted by Ted at 10:23 am

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