I was born in Lake Charles LA. I was brought home to Sulphur. It's just over a bridge. In those first years my family moved around quite a bit. more so after the birth of my sister. She is my only sibling.

From Louisiana we went on to Texas, Colorado & then after my grandfather got sick, back to Louisiana.

My grandfather and I were very close. He always believed in everything I did. Always proud of me and more than willing to teach me anything I wanted to know. And after his death, I was 11 and went into a state of depression. It was extremely hard on me and of course my family. I wish I could say I drew closer to my other family members, but that wasn't the case. I withdrew from them.

But there was something that came out of it. I began to write out my feelings. And it was great to get it out. I would and still do write all sorts of things. Songs, short stories, my opinions & especially poetry.

I feel like I can sometimes take the world of writing by storm! I know I'll most likely never be well known or even well read by others, but that doesn't stop me from trying.

This is my dream. I hope others know how happy it makes me.

I am not good at speaking my mind, not graceful or really special in any way, but I think I can write. And that's all I really want to do!

My passion is ...

Writing

I know too much about ...

The human body

My parents always told me ...

I was agumenitive and stuborn

My childhood ambition ...

Before I wanted to write, I wanted to dance.

My favorite memory ...

My 15th birthday

Why I write ...

It's really the only way I can express myself. Sometimes my writing tells me how i'm feeling before I even know

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I love reading the classics. Right now it's "Great Expectations". But i also like to have fun so i listen to music more like hinder, green day, the killers, & sometimes maroon 5

My first job ...

My first real job is a sales person at wired up names. They have a website. just add .com

My best moment ...

When my first poem got published online.

My inspiration ...

Life experiences that push me to do everything with ten times the drive!

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide

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You just love to make me the fool.
You can't wait to point out my mistakes.
Even when I'm fighting, truly trying,
Always...It never ends.

Tale tales of failure, & swear it's going to be me.
It's your opinions that matter.
All I can think about is my true drive.
Longing, to be fearless.

Fantasy of death.
Knowing suicide would be wrong...
But thoughts of my blood spilling consumes.
Watching the gore.

I've lived it out in my mind.
One thousand different ways.
Still thinking of more.
But how to explain them in a single letter?

I write out my pain.
Then can seal it with ...

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