Scorned, beaten, betrayed..
Will these feelings ever fade...
Discovering the past..
You may never know...
Ceiling
Is the last thing...
You say that I need to prove I'm real,
I don't see the point here...
If only she had
feathers of fearlessness...
Between this world and the next,
Where tomorrow beckons for lost souls...
The way you think about yourself determines your...
You are not being hurt by the way people think...
Heart shattered into pieces
Mind blown to the sea...
Most days
I'm treading...
Trying
to wave...
Shade of the past calls, sets aflame...
to plague and slay life is its aim...
Inside my mind where I live almost all the time
The rain never leave and the darkness never says...