The Dark Knight

You left me during my darkest hour

With the nerve to ask me to leave the light

When the only light I can now see is the one of my own demise



My eyes are heavy like the sands of time are weighing down on them, until they close

Life calling me to its eternal slumber

My eyes feel ashen

Probably dehydrated from all the tears they’ve shed

From waking up each morning and meditating on my life filled with dread

My eyelids are puffy, like safety bags for all of life’s wreckage

Like they’ve got something to makeup for

Kind of like the system to which I’m indebted

Disposable People

We are not disposable people

Thrown away because there’s a mark

What you see in condemnation is culture

Trying to move on but my past keeps lurking like a vulture

Blame me for being stuck in the past, blame me for moving on

Then they’ll attribute it to the reason that I’m gone

I’ve done the dirty work and I’ve paid my time

But still society won’t clear me of this God-damned crime

Why let me get a scholarship, why let me go to school

If I could never be a therapist anyways, as it’s written in your rules

None of us are perfect

You killed all my dreams

Now an empty shell of a body is all that’s left of me

My refuge

When you want to know my true thoughts you tell me to envision a pitch black room

Well I’m not in Kansas anymore Toto

I am here

Sitting in a bathroom

This pattern

This bathroom

Here I found refuge after a rape


Is my darkest escape


I imagine

Hanging myself from the shower rod


I turn imaginations into experimentations

But I can’t sneak another belt into the bathroom without you getting suspicious

Like you care

So here

I am

Caressing curtains

Mimicking a noose

Until my muscles grow tired then I let it loose

This shower curtain has hugged me tighter

Than my mother ever has

And you chalk my emotions up to “for myself I’m feeling sad,”

If you only knew

This bathroom conjures

A refuge

From rape

After rape

After fucking rape

And you wonder why I get so sad in the space that I escape

But I’m a burden

Every fucking stab in my back I deserve it

Every pain that’s ingrained was always worth it

Every painful purpose I was born to serve it




Are desensitized to my cries

Like a sociopath


Are detached

From the feeling behind the tears


Play, like a symphony,


Violin-shrill voice, the cacophony

 Of my fears



To how I react

Not once do



The reason for me being blue

If I…

Am the victim

Then you…

Are the symptom

That helped lead the situation eschew


You say I am playing the victim

When the actors of this situation

Have left me brittle and bruised

So my apologies

If I have been literally, emotionally beaten down

Lord forbid I have the nerve to show it too


I do not cry for the fun of it

I cry because I am fragile

And you are heavy handed

So I know when you are about to break me

With every tear

I am exiled

I’m beginning to think you truly hate me


It’s unbelievable

Even deceivable

Your mechanical mechanisms for barring out emotion

When we are at our worst, we tend to show our truest devotion

You leave via vehicle far too big for the road you choose to travel down

Your voice the vessel for words much too hard for me to wrestle without feeling like eventually I’ll drown

Spring Equinox

Spring has come

Yet the only thing

It seems

Has sprung forward

Are my loved ones

Mental illness symptoms

The love of my life

Overwhelmed with depression


That seems to come in patterns

I want to help them

My mom

Pissing me off

Yet what I fail to notice is that she’s about to have a manic episode

My grandma

Stricken with anxiety

Now that my mom has stolen her van

And she has no clue where she’ll go


Up at three a.m.

Taking it all in



Wondering why people keep trying me

I don’t know

The Green Light at the End of the Deck

When I see you I see us

I see you so lost in love with me and I with you

That we cannot see anyone else

I see us picking up where we left off before things turned horrid

Back on Repecho

I see us making money




Are these things we can look forward to, or are they already behind us?