i dont consider any piece of my work good. i just write what i feel needs to get out of my system. no one has seen most of these poems. and i have hundreds more. i write to survive... |
Heres to the girl who sits and locks herself in...
heres to the girl who stays in with the pen and...
She stares out into the dark night sky
and wishes life could be different...
Perfection is an illusion
created by your fabricated realities...
Use me again.
it makes no difference anymore...
Bracelets attempt to cover
every inch of shame made upon that wrist of hers...