Tuesday, December 8, 2015
A POEM BY GARY G PELOW , THEY ARE BACK.
They are back to haunt me, those imaginary pursuers, those gang members, spying on me, following me to hurt me, to harras me. I do not know what is real anymore, what is psychosis or not. I am afraid to even to step outside to shop at the store, they are there, in the store with their cell phones, reporting on me trying to scare me, they are succeeding in this motivation, I am scared to be alive with those that are following me everywhere I go, I shake violently as I type this, I am afraid to be alive, I do not know what to do, I am helpless, no one cares, no one helps me, I am totally alone.