Found an old poem I wrote Its just amazing to me how far i have come.
Siting in the dark,
alone with a pen in hand, thinking of something to write
there is something dark stirring in my heart,
something breaking inside me, the sweet white of my kind heart is wilitng,
it is turning black,
the ink from my pen falls down onto my paper,
i look up my eyes meeting the mirror,
I see my face, I don't regonize it
my eyes are filled with watery hate, with anger.
they drip black down my cheek,
like the ink, like black turning in my heart,
there is something dark here now,
I'm gone.