This poem embodies my writing ethic. I can only write when I'm really depressed. I feel a certain surge of inspiration when I'm depressed. When I don't feel that surge of depressing inspiration, I can't write a word.
Sometimes missing someone is such pain, But you can't let go of the feeling, afraid of loosing the memories
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and the beholder must know what is real beauty before saying 'You Are Beautiful'.
About fear and darkness consuming you when you fell alone.
A look inside of the mind of an emotionally neglected child.