Sometimes, people reach out in the most subtle of ways, hoping someone will notice.
They try, then try again and when no one reaches out, which is the case most times, they wish they had never reached out to begin with,
just so it would hurt a lil less

Through gardens of black roses I walk -
Crimson I bleed,
Sweet necrosis I need.

From my poem "I fall apart"

I wait for the Silence to still my heart
I wait for the Creatures of the Dark.
With them I shall ride, into the black night sky
With them I shall fly, and no more be a thorn in your eye

Another quote from my poem

For years, the tears wouldnt flow
Now that they've started, they dont seem to stop

It is better to suffer in silence than to plead and be unheard

I feel like in me, there runs no blood -
Only rivers of crimson thorns

Let me haunt the graveyard of broken dreams
In whispers of dreams i feel at ease

Look behind the mask, look into these eyes.
Look into the cracks of that fake stage smile.
I'll try to push you away, or might run a mile
I just need to know you'll still be mine

There are so many days I want to drop all pretences and just show everyone the scars -
the scars of wounds that shall never heal.
There are so many days I want to break down and cry - just feel alive.

Venomous words betray the smile
I know You lie, I can see it from a mile