One in seven billion, we sometimes feel of no importance, as if what we say, do, think or feel means absolutely nothing.

A meshed together description of a few relationships I’ve been in.

This poem was written during a bumpy relationship. I wanted to see the world from her eyes. She suffered silently and there was nothing I could do for her. Victimization takes all forms. Unfortunately to overcome, it takes quite a bit of self-honesty. I apologize for the explicit language but it was an honest approach to the situation.

Another poem.

I thought of suicide very often as a teenager. I never acted upon it. I believe that I had an angel watching over me throughout my teenage years. Someone must have been praying for me for I am happy and obviously not suicidal now. Publishing this gives me a closure on my past.