What Is Left

A voodoo doll of myself being stuck with pins.

Another cut to open what's just starting to heal.

What is left of trust?

The bricks that were slowly torn down, one by one, are built back up.

I Know What It's Like

I know what it's like to feel distant.
I know what it's like to not fit in.
I know what it's like to be left out.
I know what it's like to be a wallflower.
I know what it's like to be disconnected.
I know what it's like to be alienated. In my own family.

I know what it's like to be alone.

I know what it's like to be angry. At life, at everything.

I know what it's like to be trapped inside my own thoughts.

I know what it's like to be a stranger in my own mind.

I know what it's like to lose control.


I know what it's like to feel like a failure.


I know the things that are a constant struggle, always lurking in the back of your mind.

It's like barely holding your head above water. Like balancing on the edge of a cliff.

What will push you under? What will tip you over?

What will keep you afloat? What will bring you back from the edge?

It's the ultimate test of strength, of willpower. Watching the rest of the world pass you by while you're grasping for something to hold on to.

I know what it's like.