When Ghirardelli kisses your face and turns your skin to cocoa
When you finally make sense of true poetry, only to find it has no meaning
When your identity is lost, a stripe-less zebra amongst a thousand others
When you scream and nothing comes out
When you walk around smelling blood, the scent hard and metallic against your nostrils
When you turn out the lights and the darkness curls its icy claws around your throat
When your name means nothing anymore
When flowers feel like glass between your fingertips
When the little voices in your head are stop talking to you, but sometimes you can hear them crying in the dark recesses of your mind