Where I'm From: An Unconventional Autobiography

I am from darkness and confusion

And sleepless nights thinking about them

I am from waking up to the sound of screaming

And going to bed the same way.

I am from a misunderstood family

Of love and fear

And the sound of doors slamming

Making me quiver from within.

I am from the light underneath your bedroom door

And listening to make sure you’re breathing

And blinding myself with tears as I hear silence

I am from unresponsive midday calls and texts

And not being able to think about anything other than if you ever woke up that day

And answering your friends wondering where you’ve been the past few days, few weeks, few months

I am from thick blood

And saying “problems” instead of “addiction” to avoid the truth

I am from unknown trauma

And experiences without words