• Archive for February 12th, 2017


    by  • February 12, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Waxing Poetic • 1 Comment

    ?Never amounts to anything, Besides loose smiles, fraudulent talk, and grins that cheeks can’t even hold. Or so they say. But, Fate was cemented between the eyelids, And coursed as a river through veins And supplied oxygen to cauterized veins Never amounts to anything, Besides goosebumps, and bombshells, And the truth tucked gently into the

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    To no one

    by  • February 12, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, Depression • 5 Comments

    What is it like to truly be happy? Will I never know? I’ve thought about killing myself for over a hundred times, and yet I am a coward. I don’t want to end it yet. I’m still clinging to that stupid hope that someday, yes someday, I’ll be happy. It’s not those who chose suicide

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