Fear has started to introduce me to her family.
She's got, two brothers.
They're called paranoia and doubt.
Questionable lads.
Think I've been hanging around them too much, they're rubbing off on me.
I find myself waiting for them but... when I'm given a compliment or been told I'm loved.
Someone's being nice to me... why? How long will this last?
Doubt thinks I'm quite forgetful.
He reminds me of things he believes are important.
Your art is shit you know, compared to poets you adore.
You are broken.
She doesn't like you know.
She will get sick of your shit.
Like they all do.
Have you noticed the lack of affection from those around you?
Why do you think that is?
GUYS STOP!
I KNOW!
IM CRYING.
Fear comes back into the room and tells her brothers to shut it.
She gives me a love bite.
Funny how pleasure and pain are always interlinked.
Baby, I think I need to go back home, I'm too tired tonight.
-XR
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Moments of gladness, moments of sadness & everything in-between.
PoetryI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
