They will be missed

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

My Poems

These are my poems. This is how I express my self. Enjoy ^~^

She Walks Like Suicide

A collection of poems, somewhat of a diary.

i feel

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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. : )