honea byrne

When you're in places like this, they call it empathy, when you're and they're sharing such intimacies of life it's too possible to lose you're identity and take on their identities. It is a sickness to be someone/something else. Your identity becomes them their identity becomes you; or peaces of them become you. Could this be why someone leaves places like this with more serious problems. "Women trigger me. Every time I get good they drag me down." I was choked He was saying somethings that I was thinking; until, "We were doing the nasty. She demanded, 'CHOKE ME.' At first, I was like, 'B##ch you crazy.' But when things got all hot and heavy. You become lost in the moment sho'enuff' I put my hands around her neck, choked the sh*t out of her. Couple days later I come home. All her things were gone. Police came knocking on my door. Crazy b#*ch pressed assault charges on me. I ended up in jail. Went to court. Her parents said a

I’m   in a psyche ward wondering where it all   went wrong. I remember being told that according to King Solomon,   of the biblical scriptures, “You   always remember your first love, was told that by   my 9 th Grade English   teacher, who wrote sayings of life on the Chalkboard everyday, Now all I   can think of is the one that read,   “If you can describe love you’re not in it. I’m   in a psyche ward wondering where it all went wrong.   We’re seated in a circle in a small room. The therapist, is standing writing on a chalk board and speaking so commanding of what she writes. Feels condescending, “Triggers that make us feel bad.” In bigger letters she writes and says “What to think instead. What triggers you Narcissus?”  “Narcisuss, what kind of name is that. I think just having that name would trigger me,” the whispering in my ear is coming from a guy named Lee. He calls himself Loose Lee. He says they call him that “...cuzz I was cut loose and had to get tigh

excerpt from The House Of Bachuss (Chapter 1: Take Me To Church) (c) 2018 “This is it. I’m done with you,” Narcissus father said with scorn. Narcissus just looked around the family room of the the Better Path Hospital, aka psych ward, at the walls. Just four white walls. So bland intentionally. Then he looked down at the cheap plastic table between him, his father and his father’s new wife. Narcissus was named that after his first wife’s  mother. Supposedly the first thing he did was look around when he was born. Until he found a mirror and he gazed out. Narcissus was thinking of what guilt trip to use to manipulate his father. He could start by blaming his mother. “Never thought you would give up on me Dad” he said with a scratchy voice starting to crack into a whine. “NOT THIS TIME BOY!” His father paused a couple seconds. Then continued,”I HAVE SPENT ENOUGH MONEY ON YOU TO SUPPORT THE AVERAGE FAMILY. I WIPE MY HANDS OF YOU!” Narcissus started crying like a chil