I. Suffer. In. Silence

These are some of the poems I write in school when I'm down. To all those who feel like me, or worse. This is for you. Tales of the broken, unwanted and misused. [I'm not a popular writer. You should have some mercy and not steal my work..]

Poems for a rainy day

Poems

is it still a joke now?

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. : )