blooming as pink roses on my cheeks.
December – once a month of snow and happiness, now a month of silence and nothingness.
this thunderstorm takes hold of my soul. i see no more.
the push and pull of happiness and sadness rips me apart from the inside.
october 22 – my birthday ❤
frustration chews at your soul.
under the wrath of disappointment, i am nothing but a wilting rose.
the headless horseman lives forever in hate.
what is life if you have nothing left to live for?