there is so much
so much wrong with some people
its crazy.
and sometimes I think I just make it up.
like I am the crazy one.
because maybe I am.
I want to exaggerate everything to put awareness to my suffering.
but all I can remember is people being afraid to talk to me because I was so banged up.
Always spoken for never myself.
there is so much that nobody knows.
and a silence this bad is deafening.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoetryA Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
