I saw the TV glow too.

I didn’t have anyone to watch it with.

Maybe about five or six years ago,

I watched it.

It was sinking me,

it’s still sinking me.

My skin feels off,

the whole world feels off.

Everybody’s on my nerves-

-they’d say;

“what happened to you?”

and

“why are you like this?”

I’ve tried to unplug the TV,

but it burns me

when I change the channel

or when I try to pull the plug.

It...

“Everyone’s hates you, I should too

I’m also hated as well, why are we like this?

We shouldn’t be allowed to live

It wasn’t that bad, not to them.

Others thought it was so bad, enough, that we deserve it to

“Is it worse to kill a living person or to keep a suicidal person alive?”

It used to be us three, now two…

Still after my whole life feeling sick, nothing really helped; just distracted or re...

_I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference._

__

Soon enough the path others named ‘right’ disappeared, and all that’s right has gone.

The sun turned darker, and a new moon came to light.

Afterwards the trail began going deeper into the unknown, and what I didn’t know had become me.

I have felt it now, the dysphoria, I didn’t feel real; but I felt unbearably real.

I...

I wasn’t confined to him anymore; he always kept me inside,

Yelling at me whenever I came to him; he’d say, damn it, you’re always getting in the way,

There were others like me, with an ‘owner’ too; we planned to run, run as far as possible,

Maybe even see each other one day, in a new city; in a new house,

Repainted anew or the centerpiece of an art gallery or broken and rebuilt stronger

That...

I was 14

My dad was cheating

My mother was just a girl

The day felt different

Two of my aunts ||: fathers side :||

Came to my home, yelled at me

Came to my room, then assaulted me; left with my father

When two of my cousins heard

Went to pick me and my mother up

Their house was my house for a week

Then back at my place, replaced the locks

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house n...

She’d yet to meet me

I know her, she knows of me

In my mind yets’ are set in stone

Driving left. I miss her; different road

Yet the globe isn’t perfect, Right?

Maybe just enough for us to meet someday...

I was poor, I am poor

Not like before

I used to be rich in family

Now I’m rich in empty items

In the past I’ve always been hated

Never nowadays, lonely

I was innocent, I am innocent

No I’m not crying wolf

I know for a fact

Now I try not to sin

I know I’ve faced most of it all

Not now, the life I’ve choose is stalled...