A room full of people yet I was alone.
Silently my heart was turning to stone.
Pills of misfortune. Feeling foreign.
Locked doors and secrets.
My mom found me. White as ghost.
She realized I no longer wanted to host myself.
I can still hear panic in her voice but I had made my choice.
Days forgotten. Hearts broken. The sounds of sobbing echoed in my ears.
I Survived my second try.
I came to the conclusion that my life is no illusion.
There has to be a purpose in me coming back to the surface.
So I took that purpose and I started to create.