If I only could forget the things that I've seen.
With a brave face, I pull on the cape.
Bad French poetry.
For every girl, boy, anyone who has gone through this...just like I am.
This city sucks. || Majorly inspired by Pete Wentz's 'Gray'. R&R? Note inside.
*This poem can be for anyone that knows me okay* Based loosely off of Second and Sebring by Of Mice & Men
But with no action, lost is how you’ll stay.
A really dark poem I wrote a long time ago when I was suicidal.
Hollow, sick of being used.
A suicide haiku
This is to some one very dear to me. I screwed things up and I want to make it right. Spread this out so maybe it can reach her.