This, readers, is a book of my poems. When you read this you are reading the inner workings of my mind. You are reading my past, you are reading my future, and you are reading my present. You are reading my anger, you are reading my happiness, you are reading my depression, and you are reading my numbness. You are reading... Me. // The first couple of chapters are immature. Back when I created them I never wanted to even write poetry. That was until some of my wattpad friends encouraged me to continue my journey. So I took their advice. I am hopeful that when you the reader go through the poems you can see my rise in progress and development. But also, I am hopeful that if you read hard enough you can see my descent into madness. Enjoy (0_θ)