I feel a sin progress in my stomach.
Normal people call it hunger.
I call it hell.

(e.k.j.)

Sue took my hand
on a saturday night
walked her home
when she told me with all her might

About her rock n roll boys
and her school shenanigans
how she found her voice
in the backroom with her toys

She seemed to be a bad girl
out of my league
so during the way home
i could only look at her rosy cheeks

Got to her doorstep
where she whispered goodbye
kissed me on my cheek and said
till monday, you magpie

I don't want to belong to anyone,
not even myself.

In two dead eyes she gazes
reflecting back the ugly stranger
whose scars and inner bruising’s
cast the essence of a failure

She quickly turns the lights to black
and glares back at the image
but even in the dead of night
she sees the naked hostage

Bound and gagged by cruelty
With no tools to set her free
She begs and pleads the stranger
Let her go just let her be

In denial of self-infliction
and a prisoner of her past
she can’t escape the profile
that the mirror’s reflection casts

I refuse to be taken back
To the times where I
Was unhappy
Looking and thinking
Why did I let this
Go on for so long?

Why couldn't I escape?
You had an hold on me
A strong one
I'm finally
Free

From the emotional abuse
You want me..
I can't move backwards
I don't want that life

Moving forward with
This new chapter
Hoping it will last
You can't control me
ANYMORE!

I am back to being.
I am back to being human.
I am back to being happy.
I am back to be
Me.