I am from depression, from highlights and perfumes.
I am from the flicker of candlelight.
I am from lilies, from pigment and underground bulbs.
I am from pizza nights and eye colour.
From him and her and sadness.
I am from the annoying fidget and occasional tick.
From “You’ll get better”s and “Just breathe”s.
I am from lack of belief.
I’m from the dark and demons, sloppy joe’s and fresh cut onions.
From the death of my aunt, the drugs, the skeleton bones.
I am from the basement