I am from fear

daddy coming home in the early morning

stumbling into the kitchen to grab another drink

looking to start another fight with mom

I am from pain

the sting of the blade cutting into my arm

the cringe of going without eating

the hurt of being forgotten

I am from quiet

my own thoughts sounding like thunder

too loud for my mind to bare

drowning me

I am from being alone

without a friend or a lover

without a caring hand to reach out

without a voice to save me

I am from me

from a story I haven't finished writing yet

from blank pages in an empty book

ready to be filled with my words