I suffer multiple mental health disorders stemming from a rough life. Ignored because I was “the problem” or considered “a ticking time bomb”, with no one willing to see my pain. I write what my mind tells me to, my poems come to mind sporadically. I like to say it’s my traumas way of telling me we need to get some things off of our chest. I can’t explain my mind to others, but it makes sense and touches people on paper; where I no longer understand what it’s saying. Everyone is fighting their own battles, don’t be afraid to be heard. There are others out there like you. Always remember that.