How I Stay Alive: The Poem | Voices of Berlin – January

You come into existence, your brain comes online, you become a functioning unit then you’re like… the fuck? Today is the best day of your life… Just in a dream. Wow, this is a bit of a tightrope we all live on. I’ve thought many times about suicide… This repetitive, mind-numbing, soul-killing experience… I keep goin’ on, I dunno. I found little tricks, little things to do and really nothing helped. I didn’t want to ask anybody for help. It’s always work a day here, work a day there. There’s the sketchier, I-need-rent, Craigslist segment. Let’s go out every night and get fucking wrecked I don’t do ketamine so I really don’t fit in A foot fetish job, then… Can you translate my book? I keep reminding myself of my own self-worth. What’s going to keep me happy? It’s useless to protect people- the worst thing you can do to...