Drowning in the desert.... its called life to me

Its my wrist, not my face that gives away my emotion

When the cesspool of "society" finally dries up wat will we have left

Why is it, no matter how hard u try to do the right things by your parents, they always say no

"is it good or bad to be congratulated on being a good depressive writer?"

I dont need someone who cares, i dont need a friend, i need someone to love me.. or this is the end

Why do i always say im fine when its painfully clear im not

Who feels tha pain of death more?
the person who dies?
or those left behind to mourn their passing?

You cant appreciate the good until you've experienced the bad

When will people realise that harsh words can cut as sharply as any blade, but it leaves its marks upon my soul