Angela : Writing

Tired

Tired

A Poem by Angela


I'm just tired of trying... So leave me alone.
A Trohpy Father's Tophy Son

A Trohpy Father's Tophy Son

A Poem by Angela


"Why did you do it?" ... "No one will understand, so I can't tell you why."
my Past never is my Present

my Past never is my Present

A Poem by Angela


What would you rather do to fix your past?
Giving up

Giving up

A Poem by Angela


Short yet... Sweet?
The Reaper

The Reaper

A Story by Angela


He's coming.