my heart is indeed broken and bleeding
i pray the hemorrhaging will stop before this is fatal
i lack the will to live much longer in cramped quarters insufficient to meet my needs battling bed bugs
if the depression doesn't kill me, the disease will
nobody should have to endure poverty on this abundant planet that emanates from our creative source
it is ridiculous for anyone to wish another dead, or merely not even care that others are endangered, because the sense of scarcity is motivating a fear of lack
if this cannot be changed while i am alive, then i only wish to live long enough to write something that will some day make a positive lasting change for others