Submerged in silence
braking molds of life...

She cried alone
in the opaque room...

Plummet through the depths
rise among the ashes...

Self-expression is my way to self-healing.
My poetry at times can be so revealing...

I am walking
I see the path ahead...

This is really off for what I normally write, it...
The point of braking...

My freshman year was gonna be great I said as I...
But I had no idea all the horrible things people...

She lies awake at night crying out to god
Praying that someone will come and hold her near...

Like a withered rose I no longer glow
Like a withered rose my pain always shows...

The pain is overwhelming
My feelings never showing...

She lays in his arms for hours
but her thoughts lay with another...

( ramblings, its not really a poem or anything...
sometimes I wonder why I write...