Harry Sweeden. My life in verse.

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Overwhelming sadness
(when will it end?)

The sadness in my heart has become so over whelming that I can no longer breathe
I no longer wish to breathe in these hours, days..of unrelenting torment that is my every second of life…
I have become that which is hated…?
I have become that which is only feared…?
Destined to live out a miserable existence in isolation, a danger to mind and spirit.
Away from the eyes of normal people
Those normal people who put me here
Those normal people that created this world I now inhabit alone.
My sadness is my own
It cannot be shared for there is no one to understand my sadness…
The sadness which I am told I created and now have to live with..or die with…?
The outside world does not want to look in and see what is real…
Only to judge
Only to condemn..
When will it end?

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