it's so hard to come out of the hole i'm in because it's 6 feet deep and i'm locked in a box with 2 tons of dirt on my chest.

a book focusing on the ill-controlled tempers behind the human connection.
you, begs the questions "why are you" "how are you" and "what do you" based off the cynical analysis of the life of a teenage girl (me)
the intent of these pages is to show the frayed wiring of the connections in life. my hope is by writing this book some engineer will come fix these wires.
news flash, no one has.

i think about if he thinks about us

i let him kiss my boo boos

it was not until
i had that bottle in my hand
did i realize that i had subjected myself to a life without God
i did not realize the emptiness this life contained
or the pain left to fester
until i looked at my self in the mirror and nowhere could i see the Jesus in me.
i knew then that my choice to live with God
left open wounds and empty hearts in me
because i knew that His presence presents
in love and joy in me
and without Him i am nothing.

you beat me so bad
i forgot if it was okay or not

you undress my mind with your eyes
see behind the walls surrounding my thoughts
and caress my worries and pain