„Open eyes“ is my soul laid bare. I cannot remember a time that things didn’t deeply affect me. Although, I could never put it into words. So I punched and kicked walls. I’ve sworn, yelled, bit at the air; and, at my lowest point, tried to end it all. Today, I look at the toll on my body, my scars (inner and outer), and marvel at how I ever ended up in such dark places… and more importantly, how I ever came back from them. I have been incarcerated in prison for the majority of my life under the worst sentence possible: Death!