I wrote these poems from the darkest valleys of my heart, the parts of my heart that bleed and never stop. The parts that somehow held me together when I was falling apart. The same parts that kept me from losing my temper and the same parts that kept me real and able to feel pain These poems were written when I was sorry and felt guilt like it had pierced me in the lungs. These poems were written when the only thing I thought was "write a book, and you'll feel better" but that can't be right, can it? These poems were written hopefully to help you in some way