Physical pain is imminent.
Yet, what destroys more cruelly
is the words that cut you deeper
than you thought physically possible.
Physical pain is imminent.
Yet, what destroys more cruelly
is the words that cut you deeper
than you thought physically possible.
Stress re-enacts the moments.
The memories.
The people involved make the situation recur.
No way to get away.
Fear finds you wherever you go.
A man’s house is his castle.
A woman’s bedroom is his brothel.
Why do we tolerate this?
Get the room/desk/tablet organized.
Then next physical items crossed off the imaginary list.
Look at the chaos left behind.
Give up and realize your brain can never be organized like a neurotypical’s can.
When the smell
exceeds your capacity
you know something needs to be done.
So out with the litter tray
and replace it soon with a fresher, cleaner one.
Life in a room.
Hollow and alone.
Mind blazing elsewhere.
Away from here.
Body stops.
Mind forgets.
Imagination has become real.
No sex with robots.
You may forget me.
I will not remember you.
You will know me.
I will not know you.
You may see me.
I am blind to you.
Old responses.
Ingrained.
Unnoticed.
Tempers quicken.
Fists unclench.
Take a breath.
Listen to what is said before you respond.
It was a long time ago.
I barely remember.
But the way I felt
I will never forget.
The helplessness.
The despair.
The anger.
The apathy that encompassed my life.
Somehow I broke out
And then my life got better.
But those days of wanting to no longer exist
Still haunt me.
Just that now
They are reminders of what I have to lose.
Playing with your mind.
What if?
Could it be?
I think I know!!!
Conspiracies darken your thoughts
when theories run out of control.
I have this theory.