"Pick up the phone baby, I know you're home baby."
When I was 6 I asked to be happy and life left me on read 17 years later shit hasn't been said.
I slit my wrists expecting to see red but as I saw my blood bleed all I saw was black like soil now watch me plant this seed.
A seed of darkness deep in this soil and it when it germinates the sprout turns like my hair coils.
Watching as it grows and entangles every thing together this sprout seems determined to grow no matter what's the weather.
The sprout becomes a tree and for some reason I thought I could climb it to be free but I didn't realize that my inner demons had nestled there and were using the branches as their seats.