This is for the kid that hid in corners:

I'm getting you answers. I learned the word for what was wrong with me when I was 10. I was 12 when I told my sister the same word I had learned. I was 12 and she was 10 and we stayed up all night doing online questionnaires and her asking "So kinda like [insert … Continue reading This is for the kid that hid in corners: →

There’s this dead moth in my window sill

My tortured upbringing isn’t the kind you would expect Even though I had friends I just couldn’t connect I mean everyone’s got their shit, I guess But my life right now is kind of a mess

My Mind is not “Mine” Own

When I was nine I started thinking. It all happened so fast one day while I was busy living the last moment of my childhood as I pushed a plastic hamburger bun, a toy, into a hole in a piece of workout equipment we harbored in our basement. And I don’t know why it was … Continue reading My Mind is not “Mine” Own →

Why has anyone yet to tell me I’m an asshole?

Complex post traumatic stress disorder

To exist is painful So my mind retreats within itself Closes the door to something I’ll never again be able to feel And somehow that’s kinder than existing I’m not real But I don’t have to be