It's only been seven days
and I've never been more afraid
The doors and windows have been pried open
They're coming in
and there is nothing left to stop them
They're in
In these walls,
I'm surrounded
They're in my head,
in my home
and there is nowhere left for me to go
I can't run
I can't hide
I just have this knife
I keep it under my pillow
along with the hope
that I can escape
and not have to live like this
for the rest of my life
6/18/14
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Poems (2014)
PoetryI haven't written much over the past couple of years, but I did write a few poems in recent months and I decided to torture you all. As before, my poems are inspired by experiences and the people around me. I haven't gotten any better but it can't...
