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I don't know...
I was just testing this.

i will never forget the stench of the urine, the sweat,
and the shame of the people crowded into the small,
packed space of the railway car.
i will never forget the sound of the dead bodies being thrown away,
bones and skin smacking against bones and skin.
i will never forget the smell of the burning hair and flesh of my innocent kin.
(i will never forget the feeling of my brother being ripped away from me.)

we had been blamed so many times that we had begun to believe it was all our fault.
everything was our fault.

but i wasn't going to give up with out a fight.
i wasn't going to quit dying to live.

bought a used cajon today at Guitar Center for $99.
I. love. it.

I remembered what it was like to be truly happy
in the summer when everything was good and golden.
These new feelings are so foreign
so unfamiliar that I am afraid.
I don't know when this will all be over
when everything will be good and golden again.
My eyes have sunken in, back into my fractured mind
blind and petrified.
Now all I see are empty promises
hollow and easily broken.