Poems written at dark and happy times of life. Some mature and others not. An open book for troubles, and some happiness. I wrote this from my own experiences and mistakes, and I ask you to please learn from this. Do not make the same mistakes. I'm not going to be cheesy and say that it's okay, because it isn't but time heals all wounds. Overtime you'll recollect your self, and it's not going to be prefect, but it'll be better.
I love you all 🖤
(This is now completed)