Self-destruction is the path of poets, making us turn pain into beauty and beauty into pain.

Love doesn't only have a sweet side. The emotions of sorrow, jealousy, and passion are the darker side of it.

That tiny spot of pain in my head,
That's the reason the doctor says I'm already dead.

Even if you know what's coming, you're never prepared for how it feels.

"And now I am stuck with the idea that you loved me too."

At four Am,
Listening to her favorite band
Thinking of all the things she has done wrong..
She thinks of all those who are left..
Blames herself for them leaving
Suddenly she starts to cry..
She lets it all out.
She's not as strong as she was..

You can't bleed a rainbow

I know you have scars
I have them too
But just because they're there
Doesn't mean they define you

*From my poem Believe*

Every action has an equal and opposite reaction'. In my case its twice the reaction and thrice the damage.

Apologies aren't going to define in silent, it's like redoing the paint repeatedly to sell. Apparently, you're not sold.