Life is a long journey
Full of deep pains.
Hearts tied to chains.
Our heart is our secret well.
Hide and I will never tell.
Coz no one gets your tear
Or understands your fear.

I trust my heart
He is the first and  the last.
He is life and death.
My heart is my real path.
The day I pass away
He doesn't run away
He is buried
With our secrets
Trust your heart.

I feel like I'm going insane.
I can't remember anything.
My short term memory is, poor at best.
My long term memory continues to fade.

Dissociation
Depersonalization
Derealization

I have an MS but you would never know.
I'm too dumb to get a PhD.
I'm too dumb to communicate with most people.

I'm checking out.
Missing gaps.
Making up stories.

I could survive the winter in your eyes.

I see what I want.

Writing is my love that
never betrays.
It doesn't lie or
cheat.
It never complains that I
leave the toilet seat up or
that I leave hairs in the sink.
It has never said, "You drink too much or
not enough." It always wins the bets,
sets the sun, and skins the cat.
It's always raw and never
well done—medium rare at
worst, and never burnt.
It doesn't ask me to
do aerobics or yoga, and it
would never tell me to quit smoking;
I would stake my life on it.
Writing is my love that
will be with me until
the end.