Rejection slips, "don’t call us, we’ll call you", and a stack of bills in the mailbox make for a sad day.

Sadness, despair, dejection. A sad poem which contains all the elements required to turn a jolly mood to a one of sadness. Written with such passion that it’s impossible to recreate a work like this.

This is Mindtrip #2. Mindtrips are best received while you’re wide awake, and your imagination is capable of anything.

This was written on 18 July 2011.

A poem about my struggle with alcoholism.

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.

A very short story exploring the mind of a molested child becomes an empty adult.

Depression is a grave that people continue digging.

What I could write when feeling so down and out. I am determined to let my depression turn into something beautiful.