sometimes it feels like
the rush of voices
like a screaming river

are too loud for me to hear you
i have fought for safety for so long

sometimes it's in your arms
sometimes at the bottom of a bottle

but some quiet days
i feel so blindingly empty
that i have to seal up my eyes
from the fear of that **** window


i want to scrape off my skin with
the constant gnaw of my own demons
because regardless of my appeals
of my endless pleas

are heard by no ears