Have a lump in my throat,
Clenching a fist,
Nails on my arm till it's ready to bleed,
Can't stand this dark room,
Lay by myself,
Feeling all eyes on me,
They are watching me bawl,
Horryfied my thoughts attempt to take over,
To my missfortune of course they succeed,
Perched in a corner my nails dig deep,
Scratching my arms with anxiety's face,
Screaming one name with no ears to hear,
Stuck in emotion cover my ears,
Screaming and crying a night spent in fear,
So this my friends is what my nights look like,
Lost in myself no one hears me cry,
Their fingers point at me a laugh and a scream,
Till a day comes by crawling at me,
"I am the murderer here to watch you scream."

-Kathia Mariana Landeros