do you see me?
i am spiraling down,
grasping at the walls within myself,
clawing for the person i am—
or is it the person i was?

who am i?
i am a collection of fuzzy memories,
screaming red faces and silent blue ones,
my own imaginary friend.

i speak of healing and peace
as if i embody an ever burning light of love.
but what happens when it goes out? are others willing to share their flame?

my gut is a black hole into which i’ve fallen,
and i feel as though i’m screaming for help, and the screams echo within my emptiness,
but they
      do not
            hear me.