I’m tired of fighting it. I’ve never fit in I barely exist in this world. I don’t have the goals and aspirations of humans. I don’t want a house, children or even friends. I wait. Life is about waiting to fall asleep next. I work so I can comfortably sleep. I can’t rest on the street.
They say I have bipolar and I’ve had my ups and downs but, they call it a disorder. None of it means anything. Mishaps, mistakes in my brain, my existence is deformed, defective. I’m a monstrosity.
They call that depression. Rape the meaning. Rip my pain from my bones […]