This poem is about the hurtful lies my mother has told me.I have learned to forgive her over this year and I wish she would call me. I was really the "pyromaniac" you could say lol, but I really love fire works. This poem is about self harm and I fortunately do not do any anymore.

Poem.

The last of a six part series of poems that delve into the psychology behind psychiatry.

This is definetly personal experience. it involves a little self mutilation so I apologize in advance. this is my past and its what I write about.

The intensity and reality of surviving and getting through yet another long lonely night for a self inflicter.

I find out what has been happening behind the closed door of my sister’s bedroom.

It has been a year since my ex left the country, and I’m doing really well. Inspired by the poem, “To Write Love on Her Arms,” by Jamie Tworkowski.

The day I attempted suicide. Out of nowhere I heard a voice telling me not to do it. It was my wake up call.

This poem is about being distracted, and trying not to ignore the fact that we ignore the mutilation of inner self, and how we are led to falsely believe we are enjoying it.