This book is dedicated to my mother, because and I quote, "I brought you into this world, you better dedicate your book to me!!!" But in all seriousness, you are an amazing woman who is, quite literally, my hero. (Don't quote me on
that, I'll never hear the end of it) Thank you for encouraging my poetry, even if it's a little dark for your taste. Love you!
This book is also dedicated to my best friend, my platonic soulmate, the person who-better-not-die-before-me-or-I-swear-to-god-I'll-kill-you-myself, Jacob. You are a constant inspiration, my savior, and the only person I'd trust to take over the world with: one literary miracle at a time. I love you. See, always did tell you I'd dedicate my first book to you!
Before I begin, I just want to go into some information before heading into the actual poems. Firstly ****THIS COULD BE TRIGGERING**** In my poems I deal with a lot of death, misery, depression, self-harm, suicide/suicidal thoughts, violence, and other dark themes. Please do not read or cease reading if you fear you may be triggered. Very rarely do I condone what I discuss in these poems, many of them are ramblings of my inner thoughts during tough times or when I need to vent. I write not only to release my own emotions, but to empathize with your emotions and to hopefully give you another point of view on a topic you may have thought you knew everything of.
If you have questions, concerns, commendations, or criticism, please don't hesitate to voice them. If you love my poems and want to show your support please follow me, spread the word, and share quotes on whatever social media site you wish, and vote. If you really hate them, then either tell me why or find other poetry to read. I am aware that my style is not for everyone.
Now I ask you to please join me as we delve into the Hell that is my mind.
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When The Blood Ran Black
PoetryWhen my demon decided it wanted out, there was nothing I could do to stop it. I could only watch as bloodied claws pierced my skin and shadows leaked through my eyes in black teardrops. It wanted out, and I was content to let it roam. >>>&g...
