Meltdown
Soemtimes I feel unworthy of getting out of bed
Medications, therapy; still dead in the head
Sometimes so unworthy I should be on the floor
…slither on out the door
I belong to the sisterhood of lalaland
A rather morose nonexistent band
All trying to figure out how our minds
Made a u-turn in our heads
Enveloped our souls in cold
Waiting for the meltdown to implode
Regis
Sheila
Yes, so very sorry - I pray all will be well!
Hugs,
Lance
Cryssa
~ Sara
Love,
Eileen
hugs
fee
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Love Always,
Chanti Lace