If I asked you to look into my eyes and to tell me what do you see, would you be honest? Would you say you see the scars on my skin, or would your eyes go pa...

As we begin to grow, we begin to comprehend a lot of messages we have been sent through time. We begin to understand what our parents meant when they suggest...

Inside out Crashing thoughts, Limitless, hopes As the sun begins to dim, My contemplations, fall On my shoulders, I lift The entire dreadful unknown Yet feel...

A thrush of adrenaline, A trembling notion Aching for a clue, Accompanied with shattered emotions That have been lingering For a decade, Or two She came to r
sharpened and all concrete, Fighting, This urge, Of ending; her misery. Through a glimpse of hope At this critical state, She has all of her knives Soaked in nothing But paint. On a plain white canvas Into bold embossed strokes, Aiming for Closure. Even if it is late Like this, she awakened, Her empty soul Through her di