I’ve faced my demons. I’ve chased down the addiction that was soon to kill me. I told depression to get out of my body for which it was no longer welcome. I pondered about life without me in it. I have decided to write the story that tells my life. I want people to know that even though I was addicted I believed in myself and got through it. Do you think it would be a story worth writing?
I'm bored and maybe it's time to sleep but I don't want to because the monsters will get me. I hide I cry I I fade away deep inside believing dreaming and wishing my life would be alright.
-mistie *this is just a poem thingy I wrote