The handwriting was shakey and the paper stained...

Writing my number acrossed her wrist. I wanted to...

I can hear it in your voice. Despair, confusion...

I awoke the next morning tired from tossing all...

Taking a deep breath she explained that this was...

How easy it would be to run. To simply walk away...

Who is death? How goes the face of the merciless...

I follow death like a loyal servant. Never...

Beaten down I'm feeling sick/my inner bomb begins...

The warmth once cast by friends and family has...

I've searched long and hard looking for words that...

This mask covers the shame that has built up...