Don’t talk like you’re coming back.

Beauty was fake
Now it's death

Joyous moment
Cut short
Returned ring

I've seen darkness;

I have light.

Girl for sale: scars all over.

Nobody told me scars weren't washable.

Remember being happy? Yeah, me neither.

Called CPS again. No justice made.

Please stop staring at my arms!

You remember being friends? I do...

Do you love me? ...no reply...

My face is up here, stupid!

Tried writing poetry. Failed miserably.

Walking dog. Car. No more dog.

I was driving, and then I...

Where did I put my hope?

She was slipping;
he was preoccupied.