Many are afraid of the dark
But I prefer to sit in it alone

Keep Pushing Forward

My recovery has never been a straight line
I have relapsed time and time again
But I keep pushing forward
Doing what I can

The Rainbow

Bad days come and go
Just like a storm
Then you look outside your window
And see the rainbow

Midnight Words

You know you’re a writer when you can’t sleep
Until you jot down every last thought onto paper


Tonight I am in that dark place again
But this time I have no doubt
I will make it through
And the light once more
Will return in the morning

Mean To Me

It took losing you to know how much you mean to me
And now it’s too late

Sad Eyes

Pour me a glass of brandy
And tell me the story behind your sad eyes


Sundays are made for coffee, a good book and laying in bed next to you

Price To Live

There was a time when I thought I could touch the moon and fly away on a shooting star
And there was a time when I held pink pills in my palm listening to death’s sweet whispers
Now I trade my “genius” for stability
The doctors tell me it is the price to live

A Poet’s Calling

What purpose is there for me in life if I can not write?