Suicide – Do Or Die. ( poem)

At 12 years old I was contemplating suicide. I get silent when those conversations do arise I was thinking do or die, because each day felt like being crucified Who am i? A boy who's every breath rips him piece by piece. This boy has never left but he keeps his peace. A smile always … Continue reading Suicide – Do Or Die. ( poem)

Advertisements

Your Type of Thing.. (poem)

I saw nothing special in you when our eyes first connected Falling in love with you was something I expected If I had the chance to re-do it all Your heart would still be neglected If only you knew you were all But my love couldn't be perfected. My vision was clear since the beginning … Continue reading Your Type of Thing.. (poem)