by Arcassin Burnham

An open space to see the sun again,
but prolonged to never see a sin,
nudy mags under my bed,
and **** in my window seal,

was it worth it to be that way,
was it worth it to live all my mistakes
over and over like a frozen hell,
my heart was cold before,
but I changed,
I swear I did,
all I see in the sky is death and shame
out of my window
I hate the thought of it.