My joy not shared died young.
Right before puberty,
Right before I could find a friend,
Who could reach into my veins,
And heat up the ice cubes of pain, anger and rejection
Now I am alone here in my own mind.
There is no map
and there is no road
Right before I offered my breasts to my newborn happiness, I stabbed it.
Now I am creating a new path
Marked by my footprints of loneliness,
My struggles between to,
Live or die,
Right before I poison everything.