Helpmegetbetter : Writing

A time is Paris.

A time is Paris.

A Poem by Helpmegetbetter


The music died but so did people,They were learned wrong and nowtheir lives are gone,The innocent? yes, I know they are dead;But what of the evil that..
Them.

Them.

A Story by Helpmegetbetter


"It's gone" she spoke quietly, to herself, hushed in a whisper. "It's gone for good." She repeated. She had lost her identity. The person she was and ..
Survivor

Survivor

A Poem by Helpmegetbetter


I've got scars on my body and stories that Ill never tellI'm fine on my own, survivor you tell me, convinced by my smileBut by the end of the dayI'll ..
Battle Field.

Battle Field.

A Poem by Helpmegetbetter


The majestic breeze rides through the treesThe lake near be with a color that was fakeIt reminded me of a songOne that ran through my head all alongHo..