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There's nothing so much that scares me more, Than the soft and prickly things that start small, In the cracks of humanity, growing like sponges,
Lose the Suit By Nicole Mashek I am never sure if I should be dissatisfied or take pride in the identity I have made throughout my growing years.
It's actually pretty crazy what being a teenager can do to you,
Silently pondering Hiding the pain and strain Giving me no absolute gain Ranting mind, unforgiving memories Repressed feelings Wish I could take them away
Inspire me beloved poetry, surrounded in nothingness, alone and lonely, no place to call home but hell, but if hell is my realm then what next may come, asked I the suicidal bastard son,
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