Broken stars craving the embrace of the dark. People begging for the sake of their heart.
Comfort.
Heal.
The wounds that I dreaded all day have healed my bruised body.
Shooting Star.
The nightmares kept pushing me down into the deep dark hole of survival.
Scribble.
Some battles fought; survived and lost.
Disguise.
But here, only death surrounds.
Life and Death.
I wonder if I've ever let you know, my feelings for you were so true and pure.
Crowd.
Craving isolation, embracing myself, I slept on the couch.
Growth.
I respect them for they were just being themselves.
