This is a visual description of the dark corners of my mind and soul. Everything written was only written once, I always kept writing, even if I messed up, these are all original pieces from my thoughts. I never planned or plotted any of these poems, I just wrote. This is a visual description of my past battles with PTSD, my recklessness & my love for violence. This is a visual description of me being buried alive, learning from loss, and the battles that take place within me every day. The loss of my father, fair weathered friends, PTSD, Hypervigilance syndrome, depression, anxiety, Agoraphobia, panic, Anger, insomnia, guilt, mistrust, nightmares, detachment and so on and so forth. Towards the end, I climb out of my hole, you can too YOU ARE NOT ALONE.