I’m a young man of 19 years old. I hail from a broken life; a household of grief, poverty, and betrayal. Put through hell and back, I took many measures to cope with the whirlpool of emotions raging inside of me. Experimenting with violent self mutilation, total isolation from the world, and the bliss of bleeding my soul out through pen and paper, I stuck with what kept me the most content. Branded with eternal scars of body and soul, I choose to use my writings as my soul expression.