The pesky little devil.

I was having a bad day and was really ticked off at my manager at work. I can’t remember what it was about. I might have been angry at the world.

Another depressing poem…

Its about realization in a lost soul as u find what was and what is…were do u go?

Follow the path of the stone of youth.

Depressing, confused, and broken.

I have peered into the eyes of an evil so complete that even a glimpse of it would send you into a spiral of madness that you could not possibly hope to escape from.

Just a short story.

My mother calls it a fit, but in actuality I fight a panic attack.

I am a daughter with a narcissistic mother.