Poems from HJK93

Why all the restrictions? There are so many, they are suffocating me. It's no wonder I have this devastating addiction. Recall that...
Who am I to be? If I know not who I am now: Sometimes I wish I wasn’t me, So that I wouldn’t have to bow. I second guess and mistrust...
Dreams of my future All contain fuzzy pictures of my goal. Perhaps I’ll heal wounds by sewing sutures Or checking vitals and removing...