everything written in here is from emotion, from life.
all of it is unedited.
it's entirety is real.
[non-fiction #86, poetry #248 - july twenty-sixth, two thousand thirteen]
These are my thoughts and feelings. Each one written from my heart and soul. They aren't happy but they are true and real. They are deep and they may hurt the reader as much as they hurt me to write them. But I am tired of keeping them burned up. I'm tired of letting the eat at me. Tired of letting them slowly destroy me. So here they are deep dark and raw. I want no pity for how I feel. Or for how broken I've become. I just wanted to find an outlet and finally I have. Maybe these words will help someone who feels the same way to know that they are not alone in their battles. No one should fight the darkness the suffer alone.