This poem embodies my writing ethic. I can only write when I'm really depressed. I feel a certain surge of inspiration when I'm depressed. When I don't feel that surge of depressing inspiration, I can't write a word.
This is written about experiences in domestic abuse from the male point of view. 5 years of emotional physical and mental abuse until I moved out without her knowledge. She still does not know where I am thankfully. I would not be alive had I staye