Sometimes I wonder who
I'm supposed to be.
Sometimes I'm lost.I wasn't before,
but god now I am.
Even my favourite thing
to do is fading away.Insecurities affecting my life,
dreams, everyday life.It's driving me insane.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoesiaA 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...