Written by: Annalee Pierce

You came to me In My one moment of need When I was most Fragile When I was at my most Weak I was fourteen and all Alone, left on broken, bloody Ground You held my hand till I could Breathe. I found shelter in my Skeleton Now I can't let you leave Through thick and thin Tough Skin and brittle bones, when all Else fails, still you Remain You built for me a refuge made Of hungry, stretched-thin Walls And through the windows Of My obsession, I've come To like my sick corner of Earth My upside-down lens makes light Of logic's grimace, Tilts it to a wicked smile And I can't help but feel Safe In the arms of the Disease that holds me tight In what most would Call A chokehold