Dont let hate control your life.

Irony at it’s…finest?

A poem about giving up on a friendship that was ruined long ago.

A poem about manipulation and using your surroundings to fix things.

Things can be fixed.

You are so spiteful.

Goodbyes are so final.

Spying- good and bad people…

Sometimes we humans just want to end it all because it’s so bad and we don’t think it can get any worse. Introspection helps to rid yourself of this blasted curse.

You are the thorn in my side.