Art is dead, kid.
Sometimes, the longing to have a place and someone who cares, someone to tell you that you matter, can show in the most curious ways.
I had a dream and wrote a poem about it, I hope you like it.
Just a little 8 line poem I wrote in English yesterday
And it was beautiful.
"Cross my wrists and hope to die, I will only ever lie." Lyrics/poem/vent. Please let me know what you think.
I'll tell you why.
I wrote this poem. yay.
A song I wrote out of boredom. It's about a person who fell to their death. Yes, it's a song.
"The suicide kids of now." Lyrics. Feedback greatly appreciated. Read, review, rate and feel my love! :P
I wwrote this is class while kids were bullying me......
this is true actually......
PG for language.......:)