that was one of my old poetry pieces that i found while cleaning out my closet the other day…

when i was going through a rough time i turned towards poetry and journaling…i don’t know where i would be today if i hadn’t…i used it as a way to express myself the way i couldn’t express myself openly to the world…i used it to cope…to keep from attempting suicide even when thoughts constantly reappeared…

and so when i found a whole bunch of my old poems i begin to think…when i was going through all of this pain, i felt so alone…i suffered inside for the longest time because i felt like i had no one to turn to…that no one would listen or understand…and i was thinking that maybe if i do reveal what i went through…that it might give someone else courage to speak out or at least know that someone is out there that went through the same thing and that i’m willing to lend an ear or whatever it is that they need…

but yeah…that’s all…