: About Me

Moments in my Young Mind I rolled my eyes into the back of my head wishing I could find the words to make it stop. Wishing I could find a way to make my heart and mind, voice and hands, work together as one. I can hear the dog crying on the other side of the door, wondering why I shut her out. The television in the other room seems so loud it almost mutes the voices within. Will you do it this time? Will you finally make good on those promises? Its shameful the amount of threats you've made in the past. What will they say about you when you finally don't walk out that front door? Will they...