I write sharp words with a sharper knife on page after page of what might as well be the skin of my back

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest

You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things

There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me

Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world

The pen must be
 mightier than the sword
 For there is nothing that
 will spill your guts faster
 than a bit of ink that says


There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds