When tragedy struck, I picked up a pen and started the outpouring of life's pain that keeps the writing flow
Brain sick a thesaurus of words leaking out of a damaged head
These words my inner being stepping on sanity's thin line only a push away to insanity
The living forces a vital force persona of the subconscious
Make up smiles hiding individuality eating away at the psyche of my soul
Hope that others read the meanings of what written is shared
Taught to write about what you know lessons fished from deep within my heart
Time spent endlessly explaining the non-uniqueness of the hurt faced everyday
Unpicking dissecting trying to make some sense in a senseless world
Poetic license the illusions of control the reminisce of calmer days
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