So far can wounded walk alone
with tattered thoughts in air
and sharp pain on bare bone ,
yet they never seem to care
soft and muffled do they moan
their lives not so fair
shoes withered and merely there
in life’s sad unfit poem
(by me)
I have so much to say and have not the skills to express them. I want to leave but will I harm those who may love me?
My fiance left me last week , i’m sick,  I have no real friends, I have extreme fobias . I feel like im becoming a goraphobic I am afraid of cars and driving loud sounds give me panic attacks… I just dont know