people write about things that do not happen. they will romanticize this world in hopes of filling themselves up. they write like their words are food. but i have always written to empty myself completely. i will romanticize feeling nothing. june 1st 2018- august 16th 2018 thank you, @blushingbieber, for the wonderful cover! hr: #1 in poem 8.3.18 #1 in poetrycollection 8.15.18 #1 in poems 4.28.19

I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.

This is just a collection of all of my poetry. It doesn't have a sense of organization or order. Just simply a cluttered mess of my feelings, experiences, and thoughts. Just like it should be. Taking the time to read these is like taking a walk into my mind. This is who I am. Enjoy!

"For the voice that torments me is the one that belongs to me"