gone are the days
in general

now wish to go come up across one
and examine things left inside it

out with the things
in general
no longer bothered with those matters
of coarse and uncertain jargon

far from it
commune in the space
found in kind

no ideas
in between the breaks.
no mirrors
on my wooden wall.
no happiness
in your smile
no love
that i know you give to mine.

No one will truly listen... Everything I want to say or feel out loud will get me locked up in an institution. It's unfair. I can't speak without fear of someone deciding for me that I should be locked up. Don't tell me you know better than me and don't ******* tell me that you know what's best for me. You aren't in charge, you don't get to decide. If that means I have to be suicidal in secret then so ******* be it.


-t.s.