Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red. -Kait Rokowski °·˚•·˚·•°·˚•˚·°•·˚·•˚·° A compilation of my unsaid thoughts and feeling expressed through the only way I know how to; poetry. °·˚•·˚·•°·˚•˚·°•·˚·•˚·° CAUTION: Contains themes of anxiety, depression, suicidal thoughts, and other similar themes.All Rights Reserved