I've no comprehention
And no explination of the process
of the mutilation done upon my consciousness
along time ago a boys personality splits
no, i feel nothing about any of this
A part remembers the sickness of two differents mens illness
shattered mind where shards spin
shards fly by, reflect just enough light that a memory comes into sight
where semon and teeth fragments mix
fuck this
i dont feel like talking to you
from this moods shift with blacked out time twists
bouts and fits or ragefulness
blink my eyes and all has changed, a switch
gone is the pain
little lad led into the rain
hid from the light with its sunshine
baseball bat swing from behind, goodnight
lose time and thats fine
i've nothing left to be extracted anyway
no tears to communicate my sadness
trail off talk must be madness to you
its called numbness
or i dont give a fuckness
i must not have a root to you
why you expect me to come talk to you
I wanna know you so you know me to
so i dont have to ask you
i wanna but i wont beg you
could you um, tackles this shit that been bothering me
robbed me of a life of sobriety
robbed me of the ability to cuddle with the women who said she loved me
makes me scared when someone trys to touch me
robbed me of the ability to ask you to do this for me
if i had a pair of tit's would you hear me
then maybe i wouldnt bore you
i'll continue not pouring out to you
And we'll dance this dance for years until i'm "fixed"
nevermind the scars on my wrists

Jamie,

This took so much courage, I know. I felt the pain in every line and I hope it helped you to write this down and share it with us.

Much love,
Larry

Larry, You take the time to post a response to pretty much everything. Where Knowone else dose you do. I imagine if my poem consisted of a single period you'd have a word of encouragement or support. Its importent people know their words arent falling on def ears so to speak. Even if the poems arent very good or the posts are hostile you recognize them. I thank you for that.