Run, little girl, run. Straight to the precipice down below. Run, run, as far as you can No where else to go.
I searched the pockets cautiously, hoping God was wrong-yes, I literally hoped He, God, was wrong.
Everyone is welcome
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
Author / Poet / Photographer
Short articles to bring inspiration to people.
Autism-spectrum-disorder, posttraumatic stress disorder.. autoimmune.
By Tim Broken
A blog about the chaotic journey of mental illness and how my salvation, faith, self-acceptance and hope have helped me move forward!
Hope isn't an emotion, but a daily choice.
Clear mind and life