i would like impute on my writings. i know i am an amateur. so please help, i am only 17 after all this was from my last suicide attempt 12/09/13
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not