I'm back in hospital, hooked to a machine.
Where I wanted to die.
But everyone said no.
No one sees me
Help.
I could scream but it'd be just a waste of breath.
Waste of breath to say I don't want to be here when I could just end everything.
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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...
