He was a broken branch, grafted onto a different family tree.

He was a broken branch, grafted onto a different family tree. Adopted. Not because his parents opted for a different destiny.
He was 3 when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone, and 2 parts tragedy.
Started therapy in 8th grade. Had a personality made of tests and pills. Lived like the up hills were mountains, and the down hills were cliffs. 4/5th suicidal. A tidal wave of anti-depressants and an adolescence being called 'popper'. One part because of the pills, 99 parts because of the cruelty.
He tried to kill himself in grade 10 when a kid who could still go home to mom and dad had the audacity to tell him to 'get over it'. As if depression is something that can be remedied by any of the contents found in a first aide kit.
To this day he is a stick of TNT lit from both ends. Could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends and the moments before its fall.
And despite an army of friends who call him an inspiration, he remains a conversation piece between people who can't understand something being drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.