Self injured-controlled
Self injured-controlled (17-05-2022)
Now is such a terrible time. Every morning I wake up, with the thought, that this horror is happening to me. How did it come, that I’m part of this terrible situation and I can’t change anything. (pause with commas)
I have no clue
Directions, mine, lost
A terror review
My ill-honored host
The wires unbound
From here, to there
Sharp circling around
Through ill-honored air
The hands, I’ve imagined
To reach out, firmly
Support those, saddened
Completely and warmly
Are weakly protrusive
Envisioned and groggy
Depictured delusive
And conjured up, foggy
I am, just a pinhead
Intentions, good-natured
Those easily spread
And ill-honor flavored
Are still, all I have
Within feeble soul
Delusively brave
Self injured-controlled