If you ask me why I write, I'll tell you why I write. Writing is how I cope through the hardest of times, writing is how I survived a childhood not mine, writing is how I kept strong when I was feeling down. When I had noone and nothing else, ...

Some days nothing is right, everything is wrong, I don't even belong, anywhere at all. I've had many of those days, so used with the frustration and pain, confused of all the different emotions that runs through my brain. I long for the days, when smile and laughter fills every ...

I'm mad I bothered, and I'm sorry I tried, today I might leave you, fallen behind. I'm tired of smiling, when you don't give a fuck, I'm sorry for caring, when you never did at all I'm done with being stamped on, harder each time, Your nest isn't safe... It ...