Woe is me.
Nothing is going my way.
I have so much plans but no way of fulfilling them.
Woe is me…
For when I am near I am far.
Woe is me…
It’s no longer easy
No one listens
No ones understands
Who do I confide in?
My dear friends this is no pity party.
You see its always been “woe is me” and never how do I fix this?
For as long as I can remember it’s always been easier to feel bad for myself…
Yet I never could choose to help myself.
I realized then that maybe I was to blame.
The more time went by the more I wallowed in my sorrows.
I found comfort in my sorrows that I was entrapped by it.
But if I brought myself in this jail can’t I let myself out?
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Author:
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Comments1
It is only us who have the key to get us out the prison we put ourselves in, enjoyed the read
This is very true!!!
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