The window the chair the scary man screaming in your ear the eyes of the siblings who watch you mock you judge you the past that shapes the now the curse words the self hate that lead to self distruction the meds that you take to focus to get some work done The walgreens that never has those meds so in your head you tell yourself foucus goddamn you are a fail to society The quiet of the office where you ditch your classes the chromebook that you write your mind the teachers who treat you like a child the bean bag that you spend your life in the tv that's reruns family guy as you play the geometry game and convince yourself its math. the texts you send to the guy you love and convince yourself one day you wont be in this home you wont be in this place that holds too much memories the bed that you sleep in just to wake up and start completely over again