Poetry has always been the medicine for my tired, tormented head. They tried to numb me away with many tiny pills but "I'll be okay", I said with confusion. I knew no one would understand, what writing does for me, why typing or a pencil was more powerful than any drug induced trance.
When all has frightened me; from voices, hallucinations, and death, writing is my heaven from the monsters who tell me, "No one cares or loves you, just shut the hell up and go to bed".
When all has frightened me; from voices, hallucinations, and death, writing is my heaven from the monsters who tell me, "No one cares or loves you, just shut the hell up and go to bed".
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