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Bon-Voy'age?

It's damn sad when you can't wait to get back to work from your days off.
She belittles me.
I admit she's smarter than me.
Same tearing down of one's self esteem,that I've endured as a teen.
Oh how i pray for my demise on a daily basis.
This is way too much mental stress, I no longer care to face this.
Damn, i wish i had my mama.
Mama would be there to comfort me during this drama.
I haven't a mama anymore.
She passed in '85.
She's now no more.
How did i make it this long, how did i survive?
The bridges that were once before me, have been demolished.
They are not repairable.
No place to turn to for help.
Gotta do everything for myself.
No longer do i care to even attempt to live out this pathetic excuse for a life.
I feel so tired.
I feel so drained.
I feel so sedated.
I feel so degraded.
I feel so humiliated.
End this my Lord.
End this heartfelt pain.
Not sane or insane.
Just on myself do i put all
The blame.
I hate myself.
Not worth carrying on with this.
Life ain't shit,
On it I've pissed.

BON VOY'AGE.
jmerrick73
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