These days, everything can be repaired. but still no broken hearts

Sometimes I wish I could see what would happen if I was never born. I'm sure it would be all better

Sometimes i think... i am only a Doormat

Sometimes it's easier to let them go than to hurt yourself holding onto them

I know you have scars
I have them too
But just because they're there
Doesn't mean they define you

*From my poem Believe*

I wish she were here to help me
But sadly she is not
Only I remember her
Everyone else has forgot
I need her to resurface
But she got lost among the wave
To my demons and depression
She became a slave.

*From my poem Where She Went*

I trusted you,
And you tore me apart
So now you can feel the ice
That you've left in my heart

*From my poem Karma*

My afterlife matters most than my life at the moment.

For no child ever borne
has need of right to mourn
because of fate forlorn

Some types of pains never go away. You just learn to forget.