The pieces I have deleted

Receiving help from other’s compassion. Or just for their superficially felt burden?  No one looks at people’s pain in their eyes. Not knowing what I feel other than desperation to which one dies. My closed off run for, better a blade to my throat  But nobody listens to me I’m dead no expressions on my face no feeling and I pay the bill for it. Apathy is my best friend is the only trick I know to win the game. If you do not see my feelings you cannot hurt me into not being sane I want to I scream; […]

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