What lies our country hides behind what we call rights!

A short poem.

Falling through the cracks of sanity,struggling.

This poem is about cutting.

This poem is about the reflection I see. What is written in this poem such as "Blood stains my face" and "Tears mix with the cuts on my cheeks", I am not being truthful. This never happened. This is simply an imaginative poem.

I wrote this poem on a trip to Ottawa, and it quickly became one of my favourites. This poem is from personal experience.

And yet another poem about the infamous William BloodDagger.

Another poem about my character William BloodDagger.

This is a poem about a character I have made up. I’m not going to go into much details about him but I have named him William BloodDagger.

He killed her soul.