a desperate soulHold me, soulhold mekiss melook into my eyes---this is meeye of the tiger,eye of the storm.My soul, my bleeding heartmy pleads.fight for your soulthis is mewhat could bebetter than you?hold me,sir knight....
Closed WindowsInto closed windows As worry laughedMove!Ablaze with excitement Smiling...And even bereavement evaporatedA hand still raisedMurmured, as her scar pained, "All was well..."
A survivor of a stormsurvivors- let me tell you my story,[of] yesterday and today,.... LIFE and d-e-a-t-h.No one understands the storm,Me and my misery;we all have our demonswe're all abusers--- survivors.It's all in my head,pain-words-war-my suicide.It's all in my head;sometimes
Blurry I'm such a fucking mess and my best bet is drinking s t r a i g h t from the bottle to feel good but I just feel worse. so close the coffin to end this sad story and throw me in the back of a black hearse. My heart rate is up and my feelings are ex