born. thrown into a mouth of madness. a road that just began and no tools to use. blindsided by an inherent genetic pain. one that i got used to. exhausting every outlet, every pill, line, drug, drink, smoke, situation, bleary eyed and stinging hurt. i opened up my wounds cutting through the darkness, bleeding out my soul. martyr. masochist. lost. lawless. fearless. and no where was i ever allowed to be safe. as houses.