He cries for her, but its already over He mourns for her, but he couldn't stay sober.

Self-loathing. Self-doubt.

A poem dedicated to my husband and the fight of mental health.

He stares at the paper Trying to write, but he can't do it, he can't remember

She bites her nails and pulls on her hair She has bad days, feels like no one cares.

He plucks the guitar strings with his fingers. Hearing the sound makes his loneliness feel smaller.

She's afraid of him. She tries to love him, tries so hard.

She waits. She waits at the gates for the one she loves.

As someone who was a victim of rape i felt i needed to share my story. to those of you still struggling with daily life just know we all have each other to lean on! We cant let them win. We must alwa...

Ever feel alone surrounded by people who you love? Ever feel empty in a crowded room?

The truth about love and addiction and the toll it takes.

She had to get out alive, She needed to.