Late at night

It started with a single poem i made up late at night. Crying. Sobbing. It has been a long time since I've written any poem. Here I am. Back. Standing firm. Unafraid. Pouring my emotions. Read. Or don't. It's your choice.

These poems are about me. About you. About us. About everyone, who needs help.

This book is going to be sad, angry, without hope, full of questions.... Because only there - On the rock bottom - God changes you. Let Him.