Split Mind

The withered rose

May be tatted and torn

Scorned by past trauma

Still, she is beautiful

She keeps thorns to protect

That which is left

She has been eaten alive

Stepped on near death

Therefore it is the withered rose that I adore

For there is beauty in her struggle...

That was an excerpt from the collection of poetry that follows one year in the life of someone dealing with addiction and mental health issues. Being recently diagnosed with schizophrenia and all the problems that come along with it...