Piece of Mind?
As I sit here at 6:53 in the morning, tears rolling down my face. Letting the dark thoughts out to give me some company. My brothers are so happy chasing women and money to pay for the situations purchased. Stockpiling resources while dealing with the hidden fees of LIFE, PRIDE and PREJUDICE .......bills right? Father's so caught up with dating and "finding himself" that he doesn't notice that his 'kid' has been teetering and tottering on suicide for years. Because while I help others out, my feelings are minimized and encapsulated with the label "not my problem" that it's becoming a familiar presence like my shadow. The things that I do are so often viewed as 'attention seeking', 'evil', 'mean spirited' or a bevy of decentralized adjectives that are way easier to throw out without realizing that in order to believe a label; one must experience it first-hand, that I'm often feeling like a smooth criminal..