when it's pitch black, just remember, you can see stars.

waiting for the inevitable.

the happiest memories hurt the most.

Where am I

You didn't love me when you were alive, so I won't love you when you're dead.

monsters will take but never return.

When the doodle of a bird becomes something more.

paper planes soar back and forth between young souls.

a breaking point may not always be a snap or a scream. Maybe, it can be deadlier.

mostly a friend, an ally and empath, yet an unknown fear and foe to others

the most dangerous illusions are the ones that take form of a human.

a poem for the #MarchForOurLives movement.

"Why I only saw the flicker of a streetlamp".

when a feeling turns to a thought and a thought turns to a scream

an escape that's only a deception

sleeping. A wish for some. A nightmare for others.

a different world, a reality to hide the truth, just for a little while

Heartache, a burning that can't be described with something as mild as fire.

A story/poem about how blue was blue, and pink was pink.

"as if she were to look upon the sky, her head falls back as she is encased in her own spilled ink and paint of what she used to be"