0 Swallowed Soul

I'm from my struggling mother, grasping for support, knowing she has nobody. I'm the burden, hiding in my room, trying to escape the madness. I'm from the insanity, the madness slowly eating my soul, driving me further into the hell inside my head. I'm from the sadness, everyday regretting the choices I've made, and the choice yet to be made. I'm from the darkness, shutting everyone out, only truly alive when I feel dead. I'm from the loniless, everyday on this miserable planet feeling more alone. I'm from the pain, knowing it is all too much, overwhelming and hard. I'm from the pain. I'm alone.


--Daniel A., 14