Emergency
There are holes in the wall
Plates
Cups
Broken on the floor
Pulling out some hair
Voices are louder
Controlling my move
Brain storm
Called suicide
No sleep
Deep in a rage
I\'m on an eight hour cycle
Missing
Three days
Sitting in the middle of the floor
Banging my head
Pulling out some hair
Too
The rough days
The ignorance of people
I demoed my house
My relationships
My family
My friends
Into hidden space