Collection of My Mini Works

depression

you cant build up what was already burnt down. youre only going to get the ashes. you can always rebuild, but the original will still be lost in the mist of nothingness. i am of one person who can feel as down, deep, and cold as the ocean's abyss ..

where no one can save me. choking on my fears, but drowning in the watery grave that once was just a tear drop falling from my eyes. I know my words can leave one speechless, but unknowingly they were the warmth im never to feel again...