The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

❝dear hope❞

"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."

Within This Is Love. Within This Is Sorrow. Within This Is Heartache. Within This Is Heartbreak. Every Entry Is another short Tale, From another's point of View. It May be Dark Or Light, Or something In between but Everyone Has A Darker Side. Everyone Is Made up of Darker Things.

Well these are all my poems. I hope you like them. If you have any suggestions I'm open haha. Well yea.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.