Scars

That cut that runs along my wrist; it has a story to tell.   That mark that I have on my waist; it has a history that scares me.   That blemish that covers my collarbone; it makes my soul cold.   And all the scars on my body, refuse to fade just like those…

A Beautiful Sight

I’m so tired. This world around me continues to wear me down. Exhausted I am. Tired I am of fighting. In this world so beautiful, a little dark speck I am, keeping this world from being flawless. Oh what a sight it would be, me hanging from the ceiling, a rope tied around my neck…