kristyn=]

Hey I'm Kristyn. I love to write poetry, and draw. I first started writing after my two year old cousin Harley Andrew Leon Young died. I just remember the day when my dad came in and the look on his face gave it all away. I went home and just felt like letting the world know how I felt, but I didn't want to say it. I didn't know how to but I picked up a pen and my notebook and I wrote for hours and fell in love with writing. When I felt I had lost it all I had found something that was all mine and no one could take it away from me, and that was important. There are times when you wish someone would tell when it will all be okay, and there are times when you with you knew yourself when it would all be okay. But no one can save you from a broken heart. And when you look in my eyes you see pure hurt. And there were so many times when I wished you could take it away. Then one year later my uncle Micheal John Young died ( Harley's dad) and I just was out of my mind. My pain was so bad I didn't want to leave my bed... see the only people who seemed to make things better. At that time my writing became different, strange. It had changed and I didn't understand why. But things have to change right? I mean if they don't how will things get better? For things to get better you have to be willing to let them get better... and now I think I am ready to let things get better....