I have had a troubled childhood. From having a drug addicted mother to a father who was a child molester, and siblings that I hadn't seen in years. I resulted to self-harm in many different forms. As of 2006 things began to look up for me.
How is it that I do nothing
and yet I do everything
Where is my place
Is this where I belong?
...
what makes someone what they are
the eyes of that beholder stare into a new darkness
one that gives nothing in return
you send your soul out
...
The axis of my world is changing
tilting in a different direction
i lean my head to the side
trying to still the spinning
...
I sit looking out my window
Wonder what it could be
Seeing what I wish to know
Things that don’t seem like me
...