I didn't grow up with privilege have hard edges from growing up in hard places and those that don't know me act so cocky towards me always giving my all yet I still get looked down on never good enough for society  a fighter settling for...

I got no body oh no no hands, no fingers, or toes I'm broken up and will be for forever (forever) lost in limbo I feel quite transparent everyone sees right through me might as well be part of the air because I got no body no body to meet...

I am alone  with those awful voices. Nay, you reader have a real voice! Those hallucinations are evil static!   But I find, that I may find a way out. And then away for home,  to what home was meant to be! Away from these cursed voices!   Away...

Midway through my life, I cannot go on. Middle of a winter storm, too blind to trek on.   The struggle of having to embrace psychosis, has been very painful, rendering me blind.   Blind and deaf to a world that rejected me, blind and deaf...