Upon my hate of love From the stars above Comes my greatest hope From the scum of which I lope Even though my heart has been shattered I come outside to come gather My shattered dreams And my heart gleams With a light So bright As to my soul And they are the same as… Continue reading Lost Dreams
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Lost Dreams
Upon my hate of love From the stars above Comes my greatest hope From the scum of which I lope Even though my heart has been shattered I come outside to come gather My shattered dreams And my heart gleams With a light So bright As to my soul And they are the same as… Continue reading Lost Dreams
Venting: Chapter 2
I used to cut along my forearms. Nice, neat, little cuts, usually along the circumference, but a few along the length to break up the monotony. And for a few brief moments, I’d have peace. I could berate myself for my stupidity, wash the blood off my arms, and then get to work. I did… Continue reading Venting: Chapter 2