They will be missed

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

Human

Let me be vital. / I want to burn myself out. #39 Poetry - 11/6/16.

Crush

How to crush your heart: 1. Fall 2. In 3. Love

3am

the kind of poems you only write when it's raining and 3am. book cover design by @_wacKo x