Ashes of my past

I struggled through my younger years with mental and physical abuse, depression, and finding myself.
I was the pretty girl at school, who was everybodys friend, and made everybody laugh. I seemed like a normal kid, polite and happy. Inside I was dying. I found in my silent pain a place for words in my writing. A place I could Express myself.

As you read these poems you will see a shifting between innocent exploration into despair...

I share with you the ashes of my past. A collection of writtings and poetry from a young tormented girl as she found comfort somewhere between brush strokes and ink.