Never give up on yourself. That's what they want you to do.
a harsh truth I could no longer bear.
Maybe I shouldn't bother anymore.
I think I died on the same day as those roses.
I am trapped between people,
pale like peaches approaching the spring. laying in the bed, she's the sweetest of things.
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?
A poem describing reality of life to keep you away from sugar coated stuff that you've been fed until now