...there is so much life that defies what I experience!

and I want to find it and this hurts my borderline priorities!

...you see I see nobody is watching!

I have to find something other than what I miss out on...

my mental health has been more like an abused idea of health!

I hang myself in an empty space....

and arrive complete and emotional!

...hell I know exactly that something is wrong!

...and why does my confidence insist on itself!

my purpose is to be sick but alive...

..to accept my personal accidents....

to trust why I am deliberate...

living is deliberate...

I am ashamed that I do not trust life...

because I am an accident...

this fact explains myself...

and also throws everyone else into a spin