Depleted, I can't give more than I have given. Can't be anymore than what I am given. Wasting limbs and sore thoughts, Encroaching demands and taxing expectations. Spending on that which never pays. Working on that which yields nothing. And somehow I'm told this the way things. Hi everyone. I just want to tell you … Continue reading Deplete


My friend, you have ruined me. I'm wasted. You've picked the last of this living carcass. And I'm left wallowing in the ignominy of it all. Spent and regretful. "I love you," echoes a faint sullying memory, And I grip at the blanket a little tighter.