After [involuntarily] moving to Indiana in my early teens, and due to no fault of my loving parents, my life began spiraling out of control. Kicked off by various drugs, deep depression, sleepless nights, anorexia, countless thoughts and attempts of suicide, and zero self-worth, life no longer held any purpose except to transpose my raw dark emotions onto light paper for everyone to experience after my premature death. Through poetry I recorded how my life transitioned from incredibly depressing and near an injudicious passing to undoubtedly blissful and intriguing. Now in every incredible moment in my life I always smile, look at the scars on the inside of my wrists and think if I would have succeededI would have never lived to enjoy this.