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. : )

Small bits of poems

"I write because no one will listen."

Unleashed Silence

I could fill a thousand pages telling you how I feel and you still wouldn't understand. In fact I don't even understand but I fear of drowning in the words left unsaid.

I wish to say goodbye.

Poems, by me. For my lovely people, you.