Suicide is a harsh choice. As you stand, looking over the edge, you really begin the think about what you want to do...
I am a grain of sand.
[v. mild language] One day you will see the reality of being free.
A young man keeps vigil over his friend's grave, trying to come to term's with his death.
this is a poem, well it was a song i wrote but i quit my band so i just put it back into a poem. the first part of it i wrote when my cousin tried to kill himself and the second part i wrote when m...
its a poem about the colour black
i was supposed to be writing a personal narrative, but i wrote this poem instead. tell me what you think? LUVS!
the french version
a poem is all
A twisted poem
a poem i wrote one day whilst reflecting my thoughts on life
falling, always falling
Brown hair frames that pretty face, green eyes, all lies searing into your soul. She's a heart stealer, a man eater, and she's coming for you.
Who are we?