Sometimes it's hard to remember that you are not your disorders, but when the bad times shuffle off, turning it into writing can help you deal with them better.

The nostalgia of childhood, it's a very bittersweet thing for some. I'm part of that some, so I wrote a poem about it.

Generational curses can be destructive and difficult to live with. Sometimes I wonder if I'm strong enough to ignore it.

"I forgive you, i swear i do" A poem dedicated to someone who always runs to tragedy when things are too calm. They thrive in storms, but tend to drag everyone around them into the chaos too.

"Telling me secrets and they're nothing but lies, There’s nothing kind in the way I hate seeing you cry," -A poem about a difficult relationship with my mother, who I love dearly even when it hurts to do so. Her favorite flowers are sunflowers.

From someone who very nearly loved you, a letter to an almost lover from years ago. I don't think of her as much as I used to, but she's still in the back of my mind.

"Oh how brave, to care for the clouds, Dark, rolling storms inflicted on the horizon" -A poem about mental health, and the lack of care most people demonstrate towards it.