words that kept them going and stitched them whole were the same words that triggered; the same words that rattled
I want to live, that is why I fight it. It is what all the struggles are for: to live.
It won't work in the hands of the government alone. It needs the help of the society. It needs our help - every. single. one. of. us.
It is not like I don't want these people in my life. I don't want myself to be in their lives. If that makes sense?
I remember my hands shaking but only for a second then, I— I pulled the trigger I woke up crying 'cause pulled the trigger but in reality, I pulled myself up instead 'cause that is what I must do I woke up from the nightmare but I still have the gun [Disclaimer: featured photo; caption … Continue reading Poetry | Gunshot
I write because I want my voice to be heard; for my voice to be louder than the screams inside my head.
We lose our senses until we forget our strengths.
it is cold and colder and sadder and colder. Both sting. Let's end it here.