Since when was love a needed desire in life?
Who chose this life for me?
Because every time I get close,
I fall easily and fast.
The reason why?
Literally unknown.
I've come up with theories.
But the stigma and stereotypes
pile up much higher.
Fear of abandonment from these thoughts,
ideas and behaviours in my head.
Some of the thoughts aren't terrible but the other 45%
I hear and think are intrusive parasites.
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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...
