I know sorrow I know misery I know suffering I know self torment I know abuse I know isolation I know terror I still carry trauma I still work at healing I still see my wounds I still act in ways I regret I still scream when no one is looking I still face the roughest edges of my psyche I still ditch being responsible here and there What is different I pray I write I cry I speak I meditate I serve I stand still I ask for help I share with others I let it all the way down I st