Accused and condemned

Could tell him off

Could talk back

But something about him

Said to me

That if I did that

He’d make things worse

And get them

To do psycho surgery.

DArk Grace with Painted Recovery

 Just a little passage/story that i wrote free verse... maybe its about me... maybe its not... i dont know, because i dont know which is me anymore.  But what i do know is they all like the medicated Emilie and i dont cry anymore... But what scares me is that maybe this is not me at all, and the truth will come out.... and they will run, and i will cry again...

a reason for everything?

idk what to put here.  just read it...

 

 

 

p.s.  Forgive the spelling errors if any (I'm sure there are..)

I am broken.

a rant about how i'm feeling at the moment.  nothing special.  It reads pretty pathetically, but I just need to get it out somehow.

where is lou reed when you really need him? lou? you there?

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