Alcohol lubricates my tired bones.
Once again I have fallen, a victim.
Victim to failure.
Victim to my own mental state.
Feeling anger and shame are all consuming.
I have run away once again.
The sea is ironically calming when I can't see a point.
My smile has left like the tide.
This has taught me to respect the power of the seas.
The tide should come back in soon.
Let the sirens sing.
Let them tell me I'm worthy.
Please don't let me drown.
-XR
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PuisiI'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...
