My origins.. .my very destiny itself.

Feeling sorry for myself again.

A poem about slipping back into a state of depression, when the two sides of the same coin battle it out.

This is a poem about a time in my life when I was wallowing in my own self pity.

Poem about sickness.

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I just wanted to say quickly to all the people on fb that may be worried about me (after what I said and then disappearing) that i’m ok, I just..i have had to let some alters take over and well I may not be around for a little bit.

I gave some sought advice and heres how it looks with some rhyme to it.

Several years ago, before I was married or had children, I was raped. It was a very hard thing for me to overcome. I wrote this poems a day or two after the incident and at the time I wanted it to all be over, even if that meant death. If it hadn’t been for my husband I probably wouldn’t be here to write this today.

Inspired by certain attitudes I often see in people. I cannot lie and say that I have not been familiar with these attitudes at times in my life, but I do not see the need for them or the way they consume and manipulate.
I hope you enjoy.