ISSUES
I HAVE ISSUES.THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH TISSUES,
TO MOP UP THIS TEARFUL STORM.
THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH HUGS TO KEEP THIS BATTERED BODY WARM.
I HAVE ISSUES!!!
I WISH I COULD EXPLAIN.
I WISH I COULD BREAK THE CHAIN.
I WISH THAT MY ISSUES HAD RESOLUTIONS.
I WILL SUMMON MY STRENGTH AND MUDDLE MY WAY THROUGH IT.
UNTIL I CAN SEE CLEARLY AND RESOLVE THIS LOSS.
I WILL HAVE TO PAY THE COST.
THE COST OF LACK OF APPRECIATION.
THE COST OF SELFISHNESS.
THE COST IS HIGH AND MY ISSUES WON'T REST.
I'M HURTING.
I'M DROWNING.
I'M CRYING.
I'M DYING.
I'M ANGRY.
I'M SAD.
I'M FRUSTRATED.
I'M MAD.
I HAVE ISSUES!!!
THERE ARE NOT ENOUGH TISSUES.
TRINA N.THOMAS-EADDY
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