Cell Mates

 From one twisted soul to another :

I know your darkness

Every twisted corner

I can find my way around that despondence as if I was the architect that designed it

I know how you have turned it into a shield;

I understand why you avert your eyes

I know you do not want the world to see through that window ; to see the number of demons your soul houses

I know how every time you're alone, you caress your mental scars

And how the phantom pain grounds you; yet still keeps you in shackles 

I know that prison like the back of my hands

I know how much you want to leave but how you no longer know what reality feels like...

I know because I have sat beside you in that darkness