the moments I need a friend- when the rest of the world has turned it’s back- I feel alone, wishing someone were here-
Tag: crowded room
through with you
Through darken streets and black tears wounded bones. silent moans weakend fights without a shed of light. drops of blood drip like melting wax off a candle.
Suicidal
At times I whonder what people think. What makes them tick? How life goes on like a schedule thing? People look happy but you know they have great pain.