At Twenty I Tried To Die And

Don't Talk To Me About The World Needing Cheerful Stuff! What The Person Out Of Belsen Physical Or Psychological Wants Is Nobody Saying The Birdies Still Go Tweet-tweet, But The Full Knowledge That Somebody Else Has Been There And Knows The Worst, Just What It Is Like.

I Couldn’t See The Point Of Getting Up. I Had Nothing To Look Forward To.

I Like People Too Much Or Not At All. I've Got To Go Down Deep, To Fall Into People, To Really Know Them.

I Need Not To Be More With Others, But To Be More & More Deeply, Richly Alone. Recreating Worlds.

But They Know. They All Know. And What Am I Against So Many…?