There is this mirror
Near my door...
The day
I scribe...
I've barely coped up 'til now,
but I can't carry on anymore...
Am i suicidal
because i want to die...
I go to a funeral
a dead man...
Once, when you were five
You made me a card...
My mind is full of foreshadows
And different pictures...
Final Chapter...
Here lay the emo kid in his house,
He lay quite as a mouse...
It's All Too Much
The house is so quiet. I can hear myself breathe...
A black and white photograph, laying in the...
Splattered with memories; too sad to just ignore...
Thought you had a reason to live
But you were so wrong...