Honestly, I have lost everything which has been my life and now people wonder how come I am losing my mind.
I had a mother. I had a father. I had a brother and people like brothers. I had friends. Family. Neighbours. I had the streets of the city where I have grown up.
My childhood, my education, my experience. My fucking shelter.
Whether I die or I stay alive, I will not see any of these ever again. I can never have it again. Like I am exspelled or banned because I chose not to die. Literally. Seriously.
Facing my situation and pain today it makes no difference. I have just exchanged one bad for the other.