The bitter wind bites my cheeks,
reminding me that I am still alive...
Inside a car, with windows up,
A doll with braided hair, sits...
Trying to become a stronger me
Giving up things that comfort me...
My thoughts are full
But my pen is empty...
Birth of a new year awoke
with a future killed...
Today, a young lady asked me,
"Don't you have any obsessions?"...
I've grown to hate you Hate
And I hate that I hate you...
Secrets kept
inside your past...
-
time, a hand too soon...
Night
you are dark...
Lucid thinking doesn't always
mean you display the lighthouse...
He came
as an unexpected breeze...