Nobody Wants To Know Me.

My lungs breath oxygen from pockets of revenge.

I play connect the dots with the scars on my skin.

Mangled memories of sunny days and toxic friends.

Trying to remember who I am and how it begins.

Pretending to smile as I fight darkness within.

O Innocent child, lost in the crisscross wind.

Through the slushy swamps of my skull, crocodiles swim.

Voices in my head born from awful sins.

The story behind my eyes is distorted by who I had to be to fit in.

Please, just go…

We can’t afford to be friends.