Im really thinking about giving up. Im scared of the toll it will have on my family though but, at the same time, I want to give up and have relief. I dont want to feel this anymore and I really dont want the superficial chemical relief because It hurts more. I wish I could make guarantee their safety then I would go now. Im stuck here.

A peom about a really important influence to me that is no longer with us today.

This is a thanksgiving prey that I thought everyone should know and that they should at least use once in there life time.

A poem I wrote within a hour.

I was incarcerated for the past three months here is my story.

…you make me feel wicked.

Along my way.

Don’t let a few butterflies put you off.

A free verse poem about depression.

Don’t be afraid to let past hurts go. All they do is hinder your growth. Learn to let them go and speak them free. Learn forgiveness. Learn to pray…