Cowering in shadows,

I crawl amongst the soil,

fleeing from the echoes

that bind my brain like coils.

(Nothing happens as it should,

and all goes wrong that ever could.)

Squatting between dumpsters,

scratching at the dirt,

hiding all the bruises

that I pretend don’t hurt.

(Never say I didn’t try,

and never will they see me cry.)

Nothing really matters

when you’re in my head;

if you have to stay there,

I’d rather just be dead.

(Silence is a precious thing

without which I will bear no wings.)

Comfort, I don’t want now,

suffering’s my home.

if you would, please leave me,

I’d like to be alone.

(Softly please, now close the door,

you don’t belong here anymore.)

9/29/2025