Breadcrumbs

Sitting here

With you just there

Wondering why

I’m ready to pull out my hair

Something’s amiss

It’s just a tremble of bliss

But I know

It’s a no go.

Things just aren’t right

Maybe it’s that my head

Is on too way to tight.

Twisted I’ve been

Never short of sin

Always shameful.

Better to walk

For all involved.

Saves all a bad break

Because that’s too much to take.

Written and hidden 6/10/2017…. I wanted to hide the power I had given away. But its back to stay. May this help another in pain.

B1humanBeing

I am just another human that has experienced multiple traumas, each causing their own individual set backs and behaviors that I share here in dissection and acceptance, with special attention to the horse sized pills life insists must exist. All poetry is copyrighted and written by me. If otherwise, it will be noted. From time to time I know I will not resist the temptation to speak my mind on various offensive subjects thought it is not my goal to cause issue. In all actuality I seek an understanding of the human experience as well as making the attempt to learn how to communicate effectively about the things that affect myself and the world around me especially in cases of great difficulty and unrest.

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