a human made of bones and flesh
prone to feel the pain
it will fight
and suffer losses
trying to stay sane
after 15 years of such experience
i still have a long way to go
days lived in fear, pain and sorrow
i still don't know how to cope
i might ask you why it's like this
and you'll just tell me:
'life is a journey you must take'
because of who you are and where you're at
now's not the time to take it away
i see no good coming out of this
no matter how much i do or not
one sec i smile and laugh with you
with another the world gets dull
YOU ARE READING
tales of the mentally disordered
Poetry'it's cold, dark and lonely but it's home' . . . . . . A very random collection of poems
