You are adding insult to injury.

Nothing is ever easy.

Be quiet, sit down, things constantly told to children, and even then there is no peace, no rest, when can one get a break? Break Divine… even God rested a day and I wonder what he did with his day off; I bet he didn’t sit in his room in fear of.

None.

He is really not worth it.

She was your rag doll.

This is a poem about feeling invisible and almost like you don’t exist.

Writings Feedback?

All I wanted was your love.

I should of told you earlier.