anger is raging inside of me,
yet all I can do is cry.
cry like I've never cried before.
I gave you my heart
and you promised not to break it.
I used to feel everything,
now I'm heartless.
detached from everything.
you broke me,
but I forgive you.
I hate you because you left me damaged,
but I still love you.

​The stairs haven’t always been perfect for me, son.
The floors were cracked,
windows broken,
nails bent,
completely trashed -
Empty.
But I keep on going,
groping in the dark,
grasping for the broken ledge,
trying to reach a place where the light shines.
Don’t go back, my son.
Don’t stop going,
don’t lose hope just because the path is messy.
Keep climbing, my love,
don’t give up,
for I’m still going;
going to the place where the light shines bright.
Because for me, son,
the stairs haven’t always been perfect.

Life.
Interactions with the world
My thoughts flowing freely out into my environment,
birds’ songs fill my ears as time begins to cease.
The colors of the sunset mix with my thoughts,
my possessions fill the air—
Darkness.
Cold as the pavement I landed on
Shades of black and grey on the backs of my eyelids
My body mechanically rising and falling
The constant rhythm of my pulse,
like the ticking of a clock,
my ears pound with this paralyzing sound.
They speak to me telling me that it’s okay
But I can only think
As I sink into the depths of myself
Into the dark and accepting waters of my subconscious—
Drowning.

Freedom is like a rainbow, full of life
The sound of many bells in the distance; ringing the announcement of liberty!
Sweet like ice cream on a hot summer day
The spice of baked yams with butter and sugar
The flowing flag in the wind
Comfort surrounding like a blanket.

curiosity is like the color of the sun,
mysterious whispers between children.
the flavor of a beanboozle jelly bean,
the scent of foreign food wafting through the air.
walking through the thick, unknown fog,
excitement running through the mind.