I’ve seen death up close and personal in the worst ways possible since I was five years old. Our relationship was a road that never ended like silent hill. Agony, tragedy and wild beasts of all kinds.
True story! but this ain’t no confession this is just pure raw uncut truth. My life is like a child coming home to a cold vacant apartment with no food and no heat or running hot water. At times my hopelessness became my true recognition. No ones perfect not even YOU!
Remember that before you criticize someones life and how they write. If you only knew the undernourished emotional trauma he’s been through.