In A Dream I Slit My Wrist (In Reality, I'M Not That Strong) Poem by Amberlee Carter

........beautiful...........its wicked

Amberlee. Many years ago now, I used to write like you. I got into a flow of the deep and meaningful. Sadly I lost the book of poems when I moved overseas. All my belongingsI write nowadays. In a different way, and with a much broader outlook I guess.But it stemmed from similar stuff to you. Keep writing and try to draw sometimes on the positve aspects in your soul. Balance good with evil, happy with sad. Call on your muse. spread your wings and fly. You got it girl.! Big hugs Jan