Like a bomb I am ticking

Revenge is a dish best served cold

The human soul yearns for a companion.

"A sweet friendship refreshes the soul"- Proverbs 27:9

The favoritism of realism kills art.

When your whole world revolves around that one person.

The painful tale of a lover forgotten.

I'm a killer. cold and heartless.

How was your year?

Being dragged deeper and deeper, into this pit of darkness.

Anxiety creeps up on me, and I am paralyzed.

The sadness that comes with the departure of a friend who loved you when you hated yourself.

How long have I been looking at myself like this?

To this constant pain which cripples me, when will you abandon me?

You ever felt what are you working so hard for?

The feeling of peace is fleeting. Is it called peace when it was only for a moment?

How much longer do i have to hold on to this hope?

The one you cant just leave.

A love to be treasured.