"Trying to heal myself"

by Norman King

3/8/95 1:58pm


Things have gotten to where I just
don't care about it anymore.
I've messed up my life more than I
can count and I'm broken and sore.
I've cooled down from all the heated
activity of making a living.
I've done a lot for others, people
taking things and not giving.

Where is the sting of death, I guess
I chased it away?
All I seem to be doing is going
through a change of day.
The air is getting thin, I think
I have to close my eyes.
I've tried my best, I am hurting,
I look for a suprise.

What is going on inside of me,
help me, I think I lost my mind.
I got myself the best help I
thing I could find, yet I'm in a bind.
Is this all been for nothing, I tried
postive thinking and it didn't work.
All it got was a lot of people thinking
I was the world's biggest jerk.

Negative thinking gets me down,
but it keeps things real.
There is no false image of
yself, nothing someone can steal.
I'm not looking for a magic cure,
I just want to get well.
Yet all I get is flack and bickering,
I feel like I'm in hell.

I sit and watch TV but nothing is on,
I flip the channels one by one.
I got the feeling this is not fun,
I want to get moving yet I'm done.
I feel useless, lack of energy and
I close my eyes and think of better things.
I have trouble paying attention and
I wish that I could fly away with wings.

I worked as hard as I could and I
got very depressed and stressed out.
I am trying to get better, yet people
drag me down criticize me, make me pout.
These are people who are supposed to
be helping me, yet they add to the confusion.
I am trying my best, they don't seem to
understand, they lack the needed reason.