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i write for those whose minds are gone
i write for her screams
cries for help ignored
confusion/never knowing why she suffers
brain matter explodes, forgets the earth between her toes, the sky above her head
she collapses
where is her mind now?
i speak to a crazy person
i write
because at eight years old too scared to speak to strangers
tongue ties in convoluted knots
too frightened to raise her hand in class
ears too dumb to understand her teachers
i write
because anxiety means fear
her heart bursts through confines of her chest
swallow her puke before an exam or presentation
heart quakes, body shakes, stomach twists like a double helix
at 12 years old/so intimate with self-hate and death
cut cut cut
i write for the children who carve their pain into existence
wrists drip red
wow who knew physical pain hurts so good?
razor blades friendlier than double-edged words
brain matter splatters onto virgin carpet
she longs for gun shots, end her performance (now)
she struggles/loses control as she loses herself (here)
she stands on this stage before you, her last performance
i write for those who’ve lost their minds
IF SHE LOST HER MIND IT IS DUE TO YOU.
family/community/society all for and due to YOU
at 16 years old she sees therapists/psychiatrists/questions
why do i feel this way she asks
some people have less serotonin and dopamine receptors than others dr. zhang responds
he misdiagnoses her with major depressive disorder/she takes higher and higher doses
no response
mania
at 16 years old she stumbles through her performances
she carries the burden of a 4.0 average
runs for cross country and track
president of the environmental club and muslim club
plants trees along the san joaquin river over the weekend
spends free time with friends
mind races with worries too fast to rest/no need for breaks you see?
gogogo
next task/where now?
i write for those whose minds aren’t all here
she carves LIFE SUCKS into the soil of her legs
paints long lines, long beautiful lines into the bark of her arms
like writhing, convulsing roses growing in virgin snow
i the someone who has lost their mind
at 20 years old she finds another psychiatrist/she discovers she has bipolar personality disorder and post traumatic stress disorder
life starts to fall into place
i write now
i the crazy person/i the character/i was (am) her
collapse on virgin snow
i rock/eyes vibrating in agony
i cry for help/carving I DESERVE TO LIVE into tree barks where bird faint/accept i may never understand why
i feel
dead
as rain drops here. now