A poem about suicide and how even if you think nobody does someone, somewhere will always care.

I am the man who you met at the party. The one you talked with, laughed with, the man you went home with. I am the man you chatted with all night on your couch, the man who didn't touch you.

stay strong xo

This is a small compilation of poems I write at night, which is mostly when I'm most creative. Topics can vary throughout the book, but I really do hope you guys enjoy it.

I will continue to add poems here, gradually.

Everyone needs to be told they're beautiful and that they are perfect just the way are.