When drugs get in the way of thinking.

This poem is about being incarcerated in a mental institution against my will.

You have just lost your freedom and it is now time for your punishment.

It is difficult to see a path forward when jobs are hard to find.

Ive been away from Triond and my creative writing way to long.Its time to make up for lost time and blow the dust off of my paper and pen.So I hope my work is reread once again so I can read yours as well.

The dark underbelly.

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When you want to remember, but have trainned yourself to forget…going into your own mind to find the answers to your past, but as soon as you touch them- they disappear.

Words cannot explain in clarity, but these are close enough.

This one is about a guy that has been rejected by the people in his life because they do not understand him…so he creates more alters and jumps into the land of dissociation because he has nothing worth trying for, living for, yet his natural instinct is to stay alive…and this is his way..and although his alters can take over sometimes and try to make him kill himself….it is survival, it is how he copes and he doesnt plan on stopping.