Never mind

I can't see tomorrow,
Only today with all of its pain.
How do you keep from going insane?
When you loose everything,
You thought that you had gained.

Yesterdays are happier,
When you are so tired.
You fight on uphill,
Just so you can see it spill.

Never mind what use to be,
Never mind what is,
Never mind what I thought,
Never mind what I sought.

Trust is over rated,
Way over stated.
Bleeding from every pour,
Hating it even more.

I have meant nothing,
I was never to be meant as something,
Punish me ever so severe,
As I lay here.

Never mind what use to be,
Never mind what is,
Never mind what I thought,
Never mind what I sought.
Never mind for all is lost.



original poem by Barbara Culverhouse
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