(2014)
What’s worse than hating yourself… Easy. Hating the fact that you ha… Wallowing in your own pit of self-… And yet detesting every moment tha… Unable to find the good
If I thought it would help In any way, shape or form, It would already be sliding Against my left arm. But alas, it would only
I must be a good liar Because not a soul suspects That inside I’m drowning In sadness and death I’m losing my mind
A smile for family A smile for friends A smile for outsiders A smile that tends To eat at me like cancer
Storms on the horizon, Tragedy is certain. Fiery rage and blackened hearts Fall like a horrific curtain. The creatures made to care and lov…
What is it like, Feeling wanted? Feeling beautiful? Feeling worthy? Feeling useful?