written poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.

❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

A place to pour out feelings that have been kept in for too long. Poembook || Book 1

I can scream and shout all I want. But no one seems to listen. So I write them into poems and hope they're not forgotten. Hope for someone to read them, hope for someone to care. Hope for someone to see, this world I built on fear. Poembook || Book 2