I loved him too much. When I was given a dagger, I chose to drive it into my own back instead of wedging it into his beating heart. Searing through flesh, blood, and veins. But it's better than plunging that dagger into the person you love more than life itself, right? Because I'll take the pain if it means leaving you unscathed.

This book is my baby of two years in the making. Brought about through pain, love, heartbreak, and all the experiences I have lived in my short nineteen years of being alive. I started writing some of the poems included in this book when I was about seventeen during one of the hardest and most trying times in my life both mentally and physically.

But I managed to overcome and learn that sometimes instead of driving that dagger into a chest or a back it's best to let it fall to the floor.