Everything I touch is destroyed.
Everything I do is terrible.
Everyone I see gets hurt.
Every voice I hear, turns to tears.
Every nice thing I smell, dies
YOU ARE READING
Heartaches and deep breaks
PoetryThese poems were written while I was going through strife. The Short Stories are Short Stories ~~~~~~~~~~~ Lock the door -why? I need to tell yo- no show you something -what is it? *breathes* This /kiss\
