Cut
a word unsaid...

Alone, terribly alone.
A word I could never emit...

Always left behind
Never asked along...

*This story was written by me for my older cousin*
Would it ever be okay again...

In the dark
I feel myself tremble...

The cherry blossoms bring the only joy to this...
She hates when Caroline wakes her in the night...

(Prose)
The backyard was bare. Not necessarily bare of...

Shes in deep
and refuses to come to the surface...

This time it is
not a joke...

Shes happy.
For those couple seconds the blade cuts through...

Take my hand babe and we can conquer
the pain, the hurt, and the sorrow...

I smile, genuinely smile
when he talks to me...