“I feel as though I am writhing in a pit of despair. I look around- everything is an illusion. The walls are closing in around me, yet...

“I carry shame as if it is my second name Stitched on my back for all to see. The heaviness, the embarrassment, the pain Visible to every...

“I feel as though I am writhing in a pit of despair. I look around- everything is an illusion. The walls are closing in around me, yet...

I am kind, Because others have not been kind to me. I reachout, Because others did not reach out to me. I see, Because no one saw me.

You say the old you Is long dead and gone, I happen to know That is simply not true. You see, the very thing That keeps me holding on Is...

To what satisfaction Do tears bring the soul? They seemingly do nothing But augment An already gaping hole. A hole, Formed within my...

For far too long I have let the tsunamic waves of my mind Shred my flesh And destroy my soul. I once beckoned for the oceans To flood my...

I feel as though I am writhing In a pit of despair. I look around- Everything Is an illusion. The walls are closing In around me, Yet...

It is rarely easy To find a bright side of life. It seems There is simply no light At the end of this tunnel We call life. I get so sick...

There is something very powerful And terribly exhausting About putting pen to paper. This is the simple, Yet complex reason I have not...