Mother
thinks
that
because
she's
seen
the
tip
of
the
ice
burg,
She
knows
whats
beneath
me
Mother
thinks
that
because
she's
seen
me
hold
myself
together,
She
knows
that
I'm
strong
Mother
thinks
that
because
she
makes
me
smile,
She
knows
how
to
fix
me
Mother
thinks
that
because
I
laugh,
I'm
happy
again
Mother,
Tell
me
how
you
know
all
of
these
things
when
you've
seen
nothing
but
The
shadow
of
myself
I
mask
to
keep
you
happy
Tell
me
why
everything
I
touch
turns
to
smithereens,
When
I'm
trying
to
hold
it
all
together
Mother,
I'm holding it together for you,
But I just don't know fucking how
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Catharsis
Non-FictionI'm going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call the time eternity. I have a feeling I shall go mad. I cannot go on longer in these terrible times. I shan't recover this time. I hear voices and cannot concentrate on my work. I...