I found a book of my old poetry and thought I should publish some of them.
I wanted to be the robot you so desperately desired.
A collection of shitty poems I write. More for therapeutic purposes than anything, but feel free to take a look.
What happens at two in the morning.
Just wrote it.
when words aren't enough/we always seem to give up
The summary is the title.
sometimes it hurts too much to stay
Terrible tales of times that have passed.