I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.

These scars won’t come off no matt… Unlike dirt or mud, that simply disappear with a bit o… this filth that covers my skin is… A kind that is not so easily remov…

I look at you, and I see you. I see your skin and it sends shivers

It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,

Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.

Hey, you wonderful man, look here… Let me see those eyes. You are lovely, nothing less. If you think any different, you ar… Others may fail to see your beauty…

Maybe it was was the 7 sleeping pi… but last night I woke up at 1:36… with the overwhelming feeling that… None of my attempts to stop the bu… Eventually,

I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,

I thought I was finally over this… this feeling, this aching in my bones, calling out touch me, touch me, touch me

All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.

I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath

I often find what is said to be di… rather interesting, and what is said to be interesting rather disturbing.

elegant but chaotic, burdened with the weight of destruction, but stronger because of it. bright, beautiful, with so many shining colors all entangling in a perfect, mesmerizing patter...

I am lost and confused I wonder what will become of me I hear laughter I see smiles I want to know how to be happy lik…