i feel good…
a scary realization for someone who has felt bad for so long.
how long will it last?
i tread lightly so not to break my own heart again.
My inspiration comes from many different avenues as I try to put words to people's feelings
My hands stood still
Breath caught in my throat
I didn’t know
She won’t listen
Oh I’m too young
Excuses. Excuses.
Why didn’t I?
Use my small voice
Are you ok?
I want to meet him. Death. The one who has taken everything from me to keep. We must be similar if we love all of the same things.