A True Story:

I had/Have an addiction but mine is not an alcohol or drug addiction, mine is am addiction to cutting or self injury… I started after my sister died. The 1st time I was so scared I had known about cutting for a while and what it was… at first it wasn’t so bad.

The True Story

My father beat me, my siblings and my mother until my mom got full custody of us. I was okay. Then I became depressed.

Random thought poetry type writing.

A poem.

Reality of life! There is always someone who feels invisable. (Short Poem)

For when it seems easier to take the cowards way out is when you need to look at what you have.

Poetry.

A funny little poem, about an everyday grooming habit.

A poem about a woman who can let go of a relationship that is already dead.

Highly experimental haikus. Spaced out poetry for the curious mind.