From 1992. I am victimizing myself again. I cannot see a way out of my inner struggles. I am on the edge of a breakdown.

Right now I could explode.
My mind turns inward to my soul
And I see through blackened eyes.
A wisp of wind, or a shadow,
Are an intrusion on my sanity.
I feel locked within the confines of my confusion.
Systems shut down.
I Cannot rationalize.
My own existence must be explained,
At any expense, no matter what the loss.
People annoy me.
Those closest to me begin to notice a change.
I feedback on myself and sink deeper.
Reality is illusion and despair my guide.
I am sentenced to this existence
Where knowledge is a fucking lie.

About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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