Square pegs and petunia patches

Sfu_1Lately, it seems like I am speaking in a foreign language that noone understands. Today, a friend and someone I deeply respect, has told me that I am a "negative dumper" and "negative and shut down."

I know that my friends C&M have felt this with me before too. I guess it is the language of depression. I get to feeling alone, left out, isolated, and all around empty. I have been keeping close watch on my moods and emotions enough to see that I am back in full bummer swing again. I don’t know how to say what I mean, I don’t know how to say I love – it just comes out all garblty-goo.
I wish I had time to stop and figure out a way out of this cycle. I don’t even know how I get here – I only know it when it has arrived.

"Of all the saddest words
That I have ever heard

saddest is the story

Told me
by a bird

He had spent about
and hour

Chatting with a

and here ís the
tale the flower told

a lonely little petunia in an onion patch, an onion patch, an onion

I’m a lonely little
petunia in an onion patch and all I do is cry all

Boo hoo, boo