Tags » Self-destructive Behavior



You’re in my ribcage
I turn my love to wreck it all
you try to gather up the pieces
and I watch you fall… 140 more words

My Poetry

How do I get where Ima going? (exercise stuff;boring)

It is near to a perfect winter day, ‘cept it’s not winter, of course. The sky is blue, the sun is bright. The wind, however, is taking pleasure in biting. 510 more words

What Was Felt