In some kind of silent places I'm tender
The life sucked away from me in breaths and nostrils that bring back air to keep
Me alive in the midst of chaos old voices are screaming at me and in the daylight tasks to accomplish weigh me down - motionless in the creeping sound of loneliness
Longing to leave
And come back home to you
Restless in emotions that bleed out in ways I cannot control
Sympathy is for sure yours when you hear my story
A bargin in the night of petty crimes
Violent in domestic decisions
Ones we can't take back with time
Delusional daughter
Victim of a crime
Be gentle with yourself this time