I sit here and I tell myself, That this is who I am, That I can’t escape my mental health, But deep down I know I can, And I repeat this

and never had the end looked so sweet, sweeter than the taste of your lips, safer to be in, than your arms. As i sit here, with this tearing pain

Why do you ask if somethings wrong, There is something wrong all the time can’t you see It never stops it eats my mind,body and soul How

Lonely night, Full of hurt. Tears fall down Another day gone by. You confuse me With your tempting ways, Saying that’s we’re not like that, But

you ask me questions to do with him, where does he live? what did he do? you saw my wrist. the one aged with scars. you looked me in the eyes, and

Allow me to share with you some thoughts About someone who has inspired me and captured my quotes The best instructor I’ve ever seen, and

words have been growing less, and the taste has become bitter. When did you decide that those other girls were better? it’s been a

Isn’t it beautiful? The last few moments you spend on this earth. In those last few moments before you slip away, everything around you seems

I conceal my past in the shadows, to this day. An insobriety; an unholy, tainted past me. Keeping the furtive hands of which you’ve

slow autumn breeze, go, yes. No. I have to stay. Have to stay and see Myself ,hurt me this way. Reflections telling the story, only half my story

don’t look at me with those eyes. remember what we agreed? no strings attached, no emotions involved other than neediness and

These feelings are laid bear in me To all who rise, so all would see And I felt animosity This one small fragile oddity Relive a fear of agony So

Gone are the days without bad perception, We live in a world of maggots and deception, A world where we feed off of fake idolization, We bask in

My eyes are open, Heart is cold, Body broken, Growing old, My soul is faceless, I lie here dying, How can I face this, Never crying, “Open

“Embrace me,” She says to me, As I tremble down my spine, I’ve never been a hugger, But I hold onto what’s mine. I feel

I hit this pen onto this pad, It begins to spill it’s ink, To find again some inspiration, But hate is all I think. And I know this

And so here I am. Here I stand. Breaking, all over again. Keep on looking. But never find help. Being here, all alone. My own world, But

Out of the darkness there came a flash, Light grew from dim to bright, It quickly filled the endless void, Like sunrise does to night, Except this

Fatigue set in and made him wary, Kain clinched onto his steed, For days he’d triumphed ever forward, Never to stop — Going full

The smell was something terrible, The stench of men were dead, Kain felt it chill him to the bone, And infect his brain & head, He looked down