In pain I reached out to you knowing deep down that you wouldn’t reach back. And now it only hurts more
Author Archives: Andrew Wehrheim
Chosen Shackles
No one owns me Yet i live in slavery No one owns me Yet I live for the expectations of others No one owns me No one owns my love No one owns my heart No one owns my insides No one owns my dreams No one owns my fears No one owns my pain …
I Wish to God
I don’t know if writing helps Or if the Therapist helps I guess I want easy answers And I want to feel better And sometimes burying things down is the only way to not feel like my heart is being ripped out When I write I feel the pain When I speak to my therapist …
Over/Under
Some days it feels like normal Like the weight of sorrow has been lifted And deep piercing pain healed Other days it all comes back And rages Loss. Pain. Futility. Why did it ever happen? Why was I so fucking stupid? I feel alive! I feel creative! I feel powerful! I’m not bored! Or bound! …
My Childhood: Mobile Home Park Memories
I remember being outside a lot. I lived in the Mobile Home Park on Joyce Ln in Elgin from birth-6 years old. I remember more summer than I do any other season. I was outside all the time. Two of my best friends lived across the street. Joe who was a few years older than …
Early Childhood: Part 1
I was born at Humana Hospital in Hoffman Estates, IL on October 17th, 1983. My first home was at 855 Joyce Ln in Elgin, IL. A well kept small mobile home tucked inside a mobile home park located between Sadler Ave and Villa St. It was a poor working class neighborhood. Small yards and narrow …
Why, Boy?
What have your dreams done for you, boy? You still live in a world you hate What has your romantic idealism done for you, boy? It’s given you nothing but a broken heart Why did you ever reach out in excitement boy? You should have known you’d come back empty handed Why did you dare …
What’s Wrong?
How could you ask me, “What’s wrong?” Do you not know? How could you not know? I shouldn’t be angry. You don’t owe me a thing. But I find being angry is easier than being hurt. It gives me a channel for my pain.
Vulnerability
It’s scary to write I feel trepidation at expressing my thoughts Because I know my thoughts, my feelings, my convictions aren’t the norm It’s scary to write I want to let myself out in deeper ways But I don’t want to hurt or confuse the people in my life. It’s scary to write To make …
Darling, Let’s Dance
Darling, let us dance all night Let us shake off these heavy chains And cast away our cares Darling, let us dance all night Our souls infused with the music That makes our bodies move Darling, let’s dance all night To songs of liberation and life As the rhythm wraps us in rapture Darling, Let …
