Caged Mind

He asks me if I thought the flowers were beautiful in which I would of gladly replied to had I not been born with concealed vocals and a mind who could speak a million and one thoughts. - A Mute Girl's Mind

He Never Loved Me (#Wattys2019)

This life is what I made it, I messed up, It's universal couldn't help it. But this broken heart I fell is the worst. It's like having broken ribs, no one can see, but it hurts every time I breath.

Dear Withered Writing

I write because my soul lies beneath the ink. And with every slip of my pen, sparks return to exhale passion and reason into my writing. (This book has become my therapy, and it will either lead me to get better. Or lead me to death.)