A familys birth of creativity
stitching at the seams...

A pinch of love,
A cup full of hate and anger built up...

Wide-open forest
Lighted by the midnight moon...

My pain remains a mystery,
Of clues you can’t decode...

You can count me out,
I am not another face in the crowd...

Drowning within self-hate
force feed by enemy hands...

Through sorrow and tears
learning to move on and learn...

Wake me up another day,
When our bright sun is no longer covered in...

Thanks for always caring,
for inspiration and supporting...

The heart that never mend,
My soul that forgot how to live...

My Dear Franklin
In times of deep depression...

Dear Little sis,
I have written my letters...