The Garden Tavern

Hello and Welcome to the worst part of my mind and past.

Here are the rules:

The flowers are poisonous so be wary of what you touch.

The alcohol holds tears.

The little room in the back holds some demons.

The water will drown you.

The Waiters and Waitresses bite back. I allow them to.

The bathroom has no mirrors.

Don't rent the room you'll be petrified of what they hold.

The closet has some skeletons and they are still alive.

Whatever you do, don't jump from the balcony.

Ropes in the back.

Allow me to make clear. The poems won't rhyme. The stories wont make sense. This isn't an ELA class where you find a theme. This is my past. My emotions. The is my goodbye to the past and hello to the future.

And lastly.

This is a safe place. You won't be judge for your sins nor your words nor your actions. Everyone has made mistakes and that's okay. I don't expect anyone who comes across this book to read any of these rules but I hope you did.

I don't want anything other then grammar mistakes and constructive criticism from all of you.

If you ever need help with anything I'm always free to talk. If I don't respond right away then I apologize.

A fair warning this contains mentions of suicide, sexual harassment, and teenage bullshit. You've been warned.

National Suicide Hotline:

1-800-273-8255