The days of pain she undertakes;
The nights of crying that force her body to
Will be forever stained in the tears under her eyes;
And in the scars on her thighs;
from the razor;
As she looks for a savior;
She will finds one;
Her search, now, finally done;
Because she knows that she has a friend;
Who won’t dare let her life soon end;
Why the name Syie…?
I wasn’t born with Syie as any part of my name, nor did it come from some text that I read. It’s a completely made up name for my equally made up religion. In that religion’s language/dialect, the word, “syie” means “warrior/fighter of many battles”. I don’t just have mental illnesses, but I was born with a genetic mutation that causes Cerebral-Palsy-like symptoms, such as impaired speech, difficulties with tasks like writing by hand, etc… I think that my physical disability is what made my emotional disorders so much worse. For about seven or eight years, I’ve been battling with depression, anxiety and suicidal tendencies. Due to my physical condition, I’m somewhat withdrawn and do not have that many friends. So I turned to writing to cope with the day-to-day struggles and stress of never being able to keep my own body still. I did somehow manage to be still enough to get a tattoo of the ; on my upper left arm… after I wrote the poem, that is. I type all that to say: I think I’ve earned the name Syie, and I’m never looking back.