He won't love her.
The child had been an idyllic perfection. Treasured. Loved. But time always moves on.
- Took me 3 months to get this perfect.
Just a feeling of being lost that I've attempted to explain.
A regretful poem, written by a dying patient who didn't take enough care for his health.
Pushing down the thoughts That burst from your memories like weeds
i don’t have an excuse for this. it isn’t just me ranting…it’s me speaking the truth. i’m really in pain, really upset, desperate for help…i can’t do this…
‘𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕟, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟.’
First piece of the trilogy ‘𝔸 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ‘ dedic...
‘𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕟, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣— 𝕠’ 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖.’
Second piece of the trilogy ‘𝔸 �...
The last poem of a madman before committing suicide in order to escape the hanging. (NOT a true story, don't worry)
This one is a little dark... A desperate war that no one expects to survive.
The child had been an idyllic perfection. Treasured. Loved. But time always moves on.
- Took me 3 months to get this perfect.
Just a feeling of being lost that I've attempted to explain.
A regretful poem, written by a dying patient who didn't take enough care for his health.
Pushing down the thoughts That burst from your memories like weeds
i don’t have an excuse for this. it isn’t just me ranting…it’s me speaking the truth. i’m really in pain, really upset, desperate for help…i can’t do this…
‘𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕟, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣, 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖, 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟.’
First piece of the trilogy ‘𝔸 𝕄𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ‘ dedic...
‘𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕦𝕟 𝕓𝕦𝕟, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕧𝕠𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣— 𝕠’ 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖, 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖.’
Second piece of the trilogy ‘𝔸 �...
The last poem of a madman before committing suicide in order to escape the hanging. (NOT a true story, don't worry)
This one is a little dark... A desperate war that no one expects to survive.