Sometimes I want to play hide and seek just to hear somebody say, “I found you.”
I collapsed three times while alone and invisible this evening.
Upon awakening, the phone rang.
I thought and hoped it was my doctor.
Instead, I received my latest death threat this evening and this thought came to mind.
I thought of wanting to be found, rescued, and relieved, unable to sleep.
The wounded inner child within my schizophrenic bones cry out…
And I’m not raising my white flag, yet.
No f***ing way.
Love me. Hate me. Judge me…
I’m still here.