-Raise your arms above your head and curse the words you poured near to 2am, words that will probably never be read and will lay here collecting dust in a book I called regret-

what we forgot on those dark streets.

sometimes, you feel void. #20 poetry july 14, 2016.

We are all judged and viewed in different ways. Stereotypical labels and rumours are all we care about. We all blame the society but seem to forget that we are the society. We are the one's who have been questioned by society, the one's who are socialy different, the one's who see the world in a different light, we are the one's who fight, for our right to be noticed and seen...we are the outcast. Society exists only as a mental concept; in the real world there are only individuals. This is a collection of self written and original poems. There is also poems written that aren't mine.

i told you not to forget me but you forgot that too. poetry #171 [copyright afterwords 2015]

my heart becomes worthy

Noun: A person who loves/is comforted by rain

uncensored, unedited.

/A collection of lives no one was brave enough to live/

- Metal, metal don't you hurt this rose petal. To late. It's already dead -