I've never felt this cold
But at the same time, I've never felt this warm...
Whoever made that
"Sticks and stones" parable...
There's one thing I hate more than anything else
One thing, that tears me up...
I’m out of steam
So I fill my veins...
If you must go,
remember to sparkle...
Empty mind
No ideas...
Upon a road of uncrossed tears
fighting infections of endless words...
You ruined my life
But I still care about you...
Here's a little story, about a little girl,
Once her eyes, were the brighest of them all...
Your heart is an organ-
playing a melody of your kind-nature...
Am I needed?
Am I important...
I died once
It felt nice...