A brief amount of lines stating that even though poetry is not written by me 24/7, it helps me cope and understand many things that I sadly have to un..
ikeep rewriting over the same pagehoping and hopingwhat's underneath willdisappearevery day i hold my handbe the one icrave tohavewhile everyone is us..
an interesting idea we hadto move to a room that had none of our business being inyou ripped off my underwear and smiledi was staring face to face wit..
I struggle with addiction and so does everyone else in my family. Spreading my words on paper seem just as difficult as learning when to stop somethin..