Poetic Horror

All the thoughts in my head that just won't go away. Maybe this will make you stay. ~~~~~ #77 in poetry [9. 27.17] #90 in poetry [8. 16. 17] #136 in poetry [8.03.17]

A collection of short stories and heart felt poetry that invades my mind.

A collection of words. Pieces of thoughts and feelings. An attempt at the impossible task of putting into words what moves in people's hearts.

Just a book on emotions from my life.

This is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.

A collection of memories, emotions, and thoughts.

This book is aa book of my most inner thoughts. Thoughts about the things that hurt me, scare me, trigger me or break me the most. Thoughts that have made me break and crumble. Thoughts that have made me either dive deeper into my addiction or have made me relapse over and over again. There are thoughts of my darkness moments that I almost didn't make it out of with my life. There are thoughts of how I've been hurt over and over and how I've dealt with the pain. I write my thoughts so I can try to heal what I see as broken in myself. But I also write them because I know that I am not the only one in this world that feels the way that I do. I pray every day that I write that I am slowly healing myself and that maybe I can help heal someone else with the same struggles. I'm hoping maybe my words on paper will help someone who thinks they are alone realize that they are not. That there are others who feel the same pain and have made it through that they can too. There is always a way to survive the darkest of days even when you dont think there is. Im just hoping to maybe let people know there is always away to survive. That death is a permanent solution to a temporary problem or feeling. Every dark night eventually ends in day light. You just have to be strong enough to whether the toughest of storms.

The depths of my mind and dialogue of it all. My thoughts. My fakeness. My lies. My confessions. My Raw mental conversations. My weakness. My complicated life. The nonsense that creeps up in my head when I'm thinking. There is no need to understand. There is no need to feel pity. This is Thursday.

The minds of some teenagers scare people for very valid reasons. Some of these have been buried within the poems within. Feel free to read, to try to decode, to make sense of what is written. Confuse yourself, or understand; it's all up to you.