My brother was a troubled child.we lost our mother when we were ten and eleven.Mark the oldest of 4 children was the only one if us who didnt cry when she died.He never fit in at school.he frequently wagged school or just took off during the school day.around the age of 12 he talked of suicide and i remember my grand mother and i trying to talk him out of jumping off the jetty on a cold windy day. at 17 He Got his first guitar and began writing songs.he had an interesting voice and there were shades of brilliance in his song writing.by the time he reached his mid 20s he began to show signs of paranoid schizophrenia.over the years his mental health deteriated . Years of anti psychotic medication robbed him of much of his creativity.I remember the words of one of Marks songs that really spoke about his not fitting in.here are some of those words.,,,, Im the one with the different stripes,different ways of feeling right,and theres some that dont understand at all.my music is,sweeter than a kiss. Its the only thing that gets me through this.
Posted on: Thu, 04 Sep 2014 11:09:39 +0000
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