unknowingly, there's something inside of me that always wanted to get out
my fingers bleed clawing the floor,
but the floor is also a wall
The words in this collection won't be for anyone. I've written these disjointed narratives, homicidal monologues and poetically-destructive soliloquys as a way of letting out the thoughts haunting my head, as a way of channeling my uncertain emotions and express my phantasmagoric dreams in this portfolio, and importantly, to scream out my struggles with my mental illnesses in the form of experimental writing as a psychotherapeutic function.
when you hear a knock
don't let them in
i'm homesick for a place where i haven't been