My mind is the only place I feel understood.

It’s a direct reflection of the confusion,

The hatred,

The insanity,

And yet it is home to me.

It beckons me back when I wander too far.

It calls my name when I’m lost in the dark.

Yet even with a thousand blessings,

I find myself crawling back towards the Hell

That dwells within me.

The chasm therein is deeper still

Than any love I’ve ever felt.

I can never be alone

In a room full of mirrors

When my heart is screaming hoarsely

That no one else will hear me.

I hear me.

I see me.

I do.