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...