The Story From A Broken Mind
I am in a bad way, can’t get what helps, cant do without. The truest of “rock and hard” places am I stuck.
There is nothing more I can say because how can paint a picture of emotions with words? Not I.
My picture would be all black.
And this is just a rant. To an broken outlet. A scream in a deaf meeting. A last breath in space. This is just words that are meant to mean it all and nothing at the same time.
***No joy, but on my medications that don’t help the first problem. The pills that don’t help anything. Lots of anxiety, lots of phobia, lots of not getting the help.
Posted By: Sir Michael J. Granata Contact: 724-383-6008 (Google Voice) MichaelJGranata@gmail.com Facebook.com/MichaelJohnGranata Twitter.com/Mikes_Struggle Youtube.com/E7K2I4M
“Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away.” – Philip K. Dick
“The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa, the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.” — Doctor Who