Like a broken bottle on the sidewalk

cracked in two...I felt empty

dripping with desire to

scream from the highest rooftops

but afraid of the poems and stories that I write.....

being chained....to the walls of unprotected...unloved...unwelcome

is what it is on the written format....

I seem to stand alone

without a friend in the world

to walk me through the pain

of wanting to end my life....

Is this normal to feel this way

this tragedy that has striked me in this

unfinished world....