so! here I am once again thinking of my fait.
fighting with my head and heart,
controlled by the mental state
in witch I remain in what stays unnamed,
the fear and the shame,
helps me numb from the pain.
something so physical
something deemed unnatural
becomes my nurture
my uncontrolled nature
a chosen torture.
a thin blade , a thick blade seems all the same
to remain the un detained
the clinically Insane.
the one for them to blame
it's always gonna be the same !
