Any writers here want to help me finish this? My brain has been hijacked but I like the outline!

Yeah, I suppose it is. Thanks.

I'm sorry you weren't too keen on the previous entry. Considering that, you definitely wouldn't have been big on what I'd written out to contribute to the group poem then.

I would get into it a little more, but I'll refrain. I hate being the downer. Let me just say that, as sad, draining as it may be, that loser stuff still stands. That's just what I am. I wish it were otherwise. I wish I could be something more, both for you, and for me. But, no. I'm gonna keep trying though, keep dreaming, until I can't anymore.

But, again, I really commend you guys for being able to be so positive, hopeful sometimes, especially those of you who've been put through a lot worse, who are still going through a lot worse. It really is a sight.

I understand that, in a way, you have to, in order to just try and alleviate some of the pain, to try to survive. I get it.

Just keep doing what you gotta do.
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Hope, hope, hope
Don't be an Antonio, 'cause all you'll do is mope
Shed a tear, shed a tear
Wa wa wa, all the neighbors will hear
A little baby, they'll say
Ask yourself, do I want to be remember that way
Heck nah!
Get up, shout, scream, yah, yah, yah!
I can do it, yes I can
Heal, heal, heal, that's the plan
And if you don't like that
Well, here's a pat
Straight out the door
'Cause we don't wanna hear your poop mouth no more
Mister Antonio, don't you know
All you are, one big nope, nope, nope
Is that all you do, mope, mope, mope
Well, all we want is to hope
We can heal, you'll see
So take your face, and stick it.. where we pee!
Hahaha.

My gift to you. Feel free to omit that last part, if you want.

I know, it sucks. I'm just a whiner.

I'm glad Pirouette managed to catch you. These guys are good company.

I know exactly what you're talking about, by the way. I've had a few of those days myself, since starting to treat. I hate to admit it, 'cause the negative sides of me would never agree, but the people we were before are definitely still a part of us.. at least to some degree. I've seen, felt hints of the old me.

It's just the all too often overwhelming task of having to overcome the crap standing in our way.

I sincerely hope you can get back to that, to normal.

I'm not much for writing myself either, not anymore. I hadn't planned on adding that, but it just happened, after I wrote the rest. At the very least, it made me laugh.

Well, I can't lie - while that wasn't exactly my intention, when I set that as my signature, if you guys can pull something positive from it, that's awesome. Those are words that were said to me, and I'd like not to forget them, if possible, for whatever it's worth in the face of all my ails.

Let others affect how I feel about me, rent space out in my head?

Nah, not at all. Really, I am my worst enemy, apart from Lyme/co and other health-related stuff.

Thanks though. I'm trying.

Wish nothing but the same to you, friend.

No worries I can't really wrap my head around it right now I wouldn't mind at all if any of you put it together I feel so sick I can hardly see straight right now sorry

Yeah, poetry corner!! OK, my rambling won't sit well with everyone elses proper poetry - but I found it all so touching and heartfelt I can't resist joining in.

Sorry, I appear to be stuck on limerick mode....

There was a young woman who got very sick,
It was caused by the bite of a tick,
Doctors who said she was faking
or there was no way of making
her better just got on her wick.

So internet research was sought,
Pills potions and tonics were bought,
She fought back the pain
and the fog in her brain,
In a bid to feel more like she ought.

When she tells you she's fine it's a lie,
But she's darned if she'll let you see her cry,
Through the torment and strife,
she won't let it steal her life,
It's the bugs and not her that must die.

Some great friends she found on the way,
When it's over she hopes they will stay,
One day HER hand she'll reach out
to those in the same boat
So together we can fight a new day.