This poem is speaking of the voices I struggle to get rid of every day.

This poem is about cutting.

This poem is just stating that I have no hope in life.

When I started taking pills to make myself feel better, I wrote this.

Something I wrote when I felt down.

A poem that I wrote for English class on Mona Lisa. I know why she doesn’t smile.

A poem that I wrote about personal experience.

Something you might relate to.

Feeling as though I was dying of a broken heart.

To my husband: