~He was a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree.Adopted.But not because his oarents opted for a different destiny.He was three when became a mixed drink left of one part,left alone and two parts tragedy.Started therapy in 8th grade,had a personality mad up of tests and pills,lived like the uphills were mountains and the downhills were cliffs.4/5ths suicidal a tidal wave of anti-depressants and an adolesence of beingcalled Popper.One part of the pills,99 parts because of the cruelty.He tried killing himself in grade ten when a kid who could still go home to mom and dad had the audacity to tell him "get over it".As if depression is something that can be remedied by any of the contents found in a first aid kit.To this day he is a stick of TNT lit up from both ends,could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends in the moments its about to fall and despite an army lf friends who call him an inspiration,he remains a conversesion piece between people who can't understand sometimes being drug free has to do less with addiction and more to do with sanity.
