A Dead Man's Walk
© A DEAD MAN’S WALK by DELAFOI
I don't want to be cured. I don't need your self-help guidelines to make me feel better. All I hear from your self-righteous preaching is that there's something wrong with me. That I need to be fixed. Normalized. That me and my peers aught to adjust to keep in line with the rest of the herd.
But, I am not you. Your shoes won't fit me.
“I chose insanity over numbness. I chose grief over your happy face. I chose life over a dead man’s walk.”
