We starve together
Brittle things...
I'm sorry.
Sorry I was never beautiful enough...
A fragile being strives to never fray
against those that prey upon the frail...
Such a great sorrow my friend does feel.
Such a blessed smile...
School had just begun
which is when I thought it would be fun...
My life is vivid
my life is horror...
Silent screams
silent guns...
She sits upon a rock near the beach
watching as the sun melts...
The writer wears a mask
To cover up his pain...
A peace sign around my finger,
around my wrist...
A bullet in my head
i think I'm better off dead...
The light from the candle is radiant,
The soft glow only strengthened by the surrounding...