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Chapter 20 - I’m from

Im from camping and pulling all-nighters with the family.

I am from shark fishing and jelly fish fights.

From crawfish boils and windy beaches.

I'm from deer sausage and fresh milk in the morning.

I'm from fishing and atv racing in Louisiana meadows.

I am from dusty country roads and bonfires at night.

I'm from sunny days quickly turning dark.

I'm from thunderstorms associated with bad memories.

From rainy nights and anxiety attacks in the dark.

I'm from ashes and cans of god-awful drinks.

I am from fights with walls and split knuckles.

From excuses for being late.

I'm from the world of addiction and depression.

I'm from him going away for years.

From him working sun up to sun down.

I am from long days of school and broken smiles.

From broken friendships and lying relationships.

I'm from the monsters in the dark and silence when I need to speak aloud.

I am from insomnia for weeks at a time I'm from a world where " sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me" is a lie.

I'm from overdoses that never worked and days of starving.

From drugs to escape the numb.

I am from a world where you either look the other way or be called upon.

I'm from a home where nothing goes as planned.

I am from cigarettes late at night and energy drinks all day.

I'm a product of smoke and ash.

From broken promises and words you said but never meant.

I'm from growing up way too quick.

From sunny days at beaches to nights with devils.

I'm from never having you there.

I am from watching the world slowly become corrupted.

From waking up screaming every night.

I'm from the fear of never being good enough.

From words flying like bullets in school halls each hitting their target.

I'm from being innocent then being used.

I'm from the burning numb of alcohol and hidden midnight cigarettes

From the slicing and tearing of skin past 2 a.m.

From the sightless late night high and no sleep

Coffee and nicotine fuelling my life

I'm from the hiding and crying

To the flying and riding.

From skating to music

And haunted house bruises

The creepy and the damaged

Turn into the happiest undamaged

The laughs and shrieks

Running smiles and red into cheeks