Empty of purpose

Despair is constant
My purpose meaningless and void
I cannot see beauty
It’s dark very dark
I need a rest.
Life’s either voices or PTSD.
I need a break.
My outcome this year has been bleak.
Last year I told someone I loved them, the first in 47 years. She called the police.
You see I’m a skin, therefore I’m apparently violent.
It’s winter and my mood is depressed.

I don’t think we’re getting the whole story here.

I’m sorry you’re so depressed. What are you doing to try to feel better so far?

Just filled it in

Do you mean you’re a skin head? Like a racist?


That type of talk and thought isn’t welcome here.