Too much thoughts overfilled my skull, like the overlapping motifs amongst most of my abstract art paintings.
I've always showed strength, hence I don't really have it in me to spill out the truth and admit that I'm hurt and mostly shredded, because after all, showing how broken I am is probably tougher on me than putting up with pain behind closed doors, though... im perfecting the craft of silence at the moment.
I am the battle's circuit, I lost count of how many times I wrestled against myself within me.
The preyer; the victim of my own exclusive ways of self-abuse.
The predator, whom I'll gladly point fingers at, and the only way to do that is pointing at my mirror reflection.
Gathering all the destruction's elements-battle's circuit preyer and predator- in the folds of my mind, I became restless .
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THE BIG LITTLE BOOK
Poetry#1 slam #1 poet Semi diary semi poetry type of books. God can meet you in your rock bottom as well as on the top of your little mountain . In this book I talk about my mental health and how i overcame depression anxiety food disorders and addiction...
