Maybe it’s peculiar that I don’t feel ashamed. My beauties are noticeable, but I’m proud of them. Some have called me crazy and maybe always will, but I won’t hide from that label. If I’m crazy then is that pretty little girl, as innocent as it’s possible to be, crazy because she had “normal” ripped away?

Any chance of living what some would call a normal life was shot away. Innocence was stolen from me and guilt shoved itself down my throat when my heart skipped a beat and I gasped for air. But maybe the air wasn’t poisonous after all, or maybe that’s crazy for me to think.

Throughout my poetry you will feel love, you will feel pain, you will feel hate, you will feel sorrow, you will feel betrayal, and hopefully you will realize how human everyone is. Just keep in mind one thing: what would someone else have done or felt like if abruptly put in my situation? I am not asking for pity…just some understanding, not just for myself, but also for others.

What I am trying to say is I have been called crazy numerous times, but the craziest part that everyone seems to miss is that I made it through. Regardless of what others say or think, I wouldn’t trade my life for any other life. The lessons I have learned have only brought my family and me closer. At least I can say how good it felt climbing out of hell. And along my journey I came to realize that every breath taken is also every breath lost; so don’t waste any more time and appreciate every beat of your heart.