Hell defined
Kelley Davies 1983 (Dallas)
We all have our various descriptions
Depictions of the realms of hell
For me, it isn't mine anymore
It is yours
There was a philosopher who described hell as others
I was in agreement for a long time
Then disagreement
But now I believe I've found common ground with that philosopher
Materialism is hell
And people love things
It gives them a sense of power and control in the inherently uncomfortable position we tend to be in
This universe is not in control
People bother me
They bother me much
They seem to think they know
As do I
Maybe what bugs me about them is our similarities, not differences
We're all the center of our own universes
The stars of our own movie
It bothers me
That we don't get along with one another
I miss the old times
I miss the old people
I miss the times when people could speak nicely to each other
And be polite
Those times are gone
Part of the reason I want to kill myself is the fact that other people seem to be so miserably suffering
And there's not anything I can do to change that
I miss the old heroes
They're all dead now
Hope is gone and lost in that great big wind
Wonder if it can come back
I'm sick, pissed off and tired
Please God, restore my hope
Restore my peace
Give me a sense that things could once again be alright
I can't take this pain much longer
Thank you.
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Submitted by kbdallas2020 on January 14, 2024
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