It is really tough
for abused children to grow...
I'm emotionally attached
Then I decided to detach...
Anxiety.
I feel like I'm spiraling out of control...
I'm not sure... where I should begin.
My heart it aches...
The small prison in my mind
with windows with bars to the outside...
The sounds echoing in the bedroom
like candles in a dark place...
Whispers "it's all in her head"
From behind my back...
To find myself.
I get that feeling...
May the darkness entangle me,
Because if this is light, then I don't want to be...
I see iris's in my sleep,
as wind chimes blow upon...
The street bustled a familiar sound.
I traversed the usual path crowded with spirited...
Grieving steam from the bathtub flies
Under its mask none sees, none tries...