This poem is about the reflection I see. What is written in this poem such as "Blood stains my face" and "Tears mix with the cuts on my cheeks", I am not being truthful. This never happened. This is simply an imaginative poem.

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

Hope is a luxury.

I dedicate this to those who have been hurt so many times by another that it is scary to let another try to love you.

We had to write a poem for class, contrasting two opposites; I chose love, and lust.

A heavy heart can be difficult to deal with.

You always seemed unsure of yourself.

How often do we feel secure
in faith and its belief,
Moreso when we feel unsure
of finding some relief…

Fear brings out the worst in us all.

Sometimes you have to hit rock bottom in order to come out on top.