Call To Sorrow

I hate him. I hate me. The end.

The Color Of Sad

Her lips are the color of sad

Please stop the pain

I identify as dead

Sailing through heartache

Abandoned

After midnight freestyle

I don't understand any of it

He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.

Words are forever and so is love

Our life is an epic poem...

He's so far away now *sobs uncontrollably*