My mental illness.
A voice on my shoulder.
A pushy father figure I can never please.
White noise and static constantly consume my being.
Are you really even living in this constant state of sadness?
I dance with death daily.
We have rehearsed the routine daily.
I mess up the steps repeatedly.
Mistakes turn into anger.
Anger turns into blood... My blood.
Suddenly I am a galaxy.
My failures, simply makeshift constellations.
As chemicals assault my brain I realise this is merely a supernova.
-XR
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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...