Here I am
writing the last words...
Suicidal thoughts
oh those are the worst...
A boy's body
Drenched in his father's blood...
What's the point in living if we're all going to...
Why should we even bother, why should we even try...
The sun's shining bright in the sky,
It's a lovely summer's day...
She wore scarlet,
draped in velvety...
Hearing the echos
along the corridor...
"I Fall in love with Dementia?"
..."It is very sad world...
Steady rain makes it easier, standing naked with...
Bloodshot eyes,
quivering lip...
She has blinding eyes,
but her insides are starting to die...
I've been tipped
and tossed far too long...