All I had, I gave

 My chin presses wearily into my chest, The weight of my head to heavy to hold. The sword in my hand slides slowly to rest, Against my limp ...

  • Death
    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.
  • Life and Death
                   When a person is born, two wolves are born as well. A white wolf and a black wolf. They both reside in the individuals hea...
  • “Why are you on your phone so much?”
     It’s the easiest way to turn off The voices in my head Makes my mind go numb And my thoughts go dead A way to stop the torment Of constant ...