Walking Dead
They are still around, People still talk with me about them, And tell me how well they are doing. It hurts on the inside, but I refuse to show it.…
Poems
They are still around, People still talk with me about them, And tell me how well they are doing. It hurts on the inside, but I refuse to show it.…
YOU are not allowed to THINK, or FEEL! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THERE FOR ME! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HURT I AM? I hate you. WHY DID YOU…
I awake to a scratchy throat and empty lungs until I gather myself and stare into the blackness. There is no one around but I can hear the voices of…