Once again some words I'm incapable of saying, but sharing in writing seems to be alright.

Not so much a poem as just me telling you about what happened, still kinda pretty though.

Imagery of purposefully trying to end your life to be able to spend the rest of your life with that one person.

Words that help me feel more at ease when thinking about people who are no longer here.

If you were happy and no one saw it, does that make you more or less happy?

Seasons