It was one A.M. and it looked as if it was going to be a repeat of the night before. A casual conversation that would probably turn into something wa..
That previous Thursday at two AM she woke up by the gunfire of the video her husband was watching, hoping she didn't roll over her broken phone in he..
She sat there waiting.Like a lost puppy who couldn't take a hint,but still hoping for the best. It was going to be another painstakingly slow day alon..
this isnt really my usual style of writingbut its something experimentali really dont have an easy timeexpressing myselfdespite my poetry..the other d..
sitting herealone in my mindswelling fearas i start to declinei cant stand ita raging wari think i've been hitbleeding on the flooraching chestconsumi..
take me awayi don't want to stayin this prisonthat i call a heartcut off the stringsfor it no longer singsit's much too confusedand broken aparti need..
i'm lost in circlesof pure confusioncaught in my ownself delusionfinding comfortin the walls of illusionpoking and prodding thingsi shouldn'tleave wel..
and the thing you have tor e a l i z eshe will kill what shew a n t sfor fear of the unwaveringp a i ninside her mind and hearth a u n t ssomewherea l..