Gutter's Diamond
I am not proud of who I am...

You whisper kisses in my ears
and stroke your fingers through my hair...

There was no way out of the blackest of rooms,
where ironically, every single thing inside was...

By reading this poem
you are agreeing to see horrific things...

We were all alone,
no mother or father to protect us...

I learned to alphabetically name animals in my...
just to pass the time away...

Shoes And Dresses
They began by tying me up to the mattress...

No matter how much they scream
"don't move!&quot...

Morning Monster wakes you up,
as he washes all over your face...

My silent witness,
my only friend...

I thought that exposing my closet
would help me get the answers...

I knew that when the time was right,
I would have to open Pandora's box...