It Leaks
Grief doesn’t knock. It leaks.
Through sentences. Through showers. Through fake smiles and “I’m fine.”
I didn’t write this book for applause. I wrote it because I was leaking.
Poems from a Depressed Heart August 12

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It Leaks
Grief doesn’t knock. It leaks.
Through sentences. Through showers. Through fake smiles and “I’m fine.”
I didn’t write this book for applause. I wrote it because I was leaking.
Poems from a Depressed Heart August 12
Thorns Bloom Too
Even broken things bloom.
I’ll show you how I did.
#PoemsFromADepressedHeart Launching tomorrow, August 13!
Written at 3 A.M.
This book? Written in between sobs. In the dark. At 3 a.m.
I didn’t write it to be pretty. I wrote it to survive.
Out on August 13 on Amazon.
Not in Pitch Black Anymore
I didn’t see the light. I just kept walking until I wasn’t in pitch black anymore.
Sometimes healing is that quiet. That slow. That invisible.
But if you're still walking — it counts.
Poems from a Depressed Heart Out on August 13 Pre order on Amazon!
What’s Left When You Can’t Scream
“These aren’t poems. They’re what was left of me when I couldn’t scream anymore.”
Poems from a Depressed Heart Drops August 12
Written in pain. Published in hope. For every heart that’s ever ached quietly.