I am cold.
I'm shivering.
There's a draft.
The front door is wide open.
Ma told me to leave it like that.
She says I should let love in.
She says people will just walk into my life.
A lack of security.
A lack of protection.
To be fair to my Mother people do come in.
I don't know if love ever has though.
What does she look like?
Due to this lack of security I am often subjected to crime.
GBH and burglary mostly.
I have had many things stolen in recent months...
My income.
My time.
My pride.
My self-worth.
My willingness to breath.
My confidence.
Trust even.
I am often left with knives in my back too.
I do not understand why people feel the need to be armed.
The scars paint my body beautiful shades of red.
Ma I'm closing the door.
It's just not worth the risk anymore.
It's not worth the pain.
-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...
