How Did We Get Here?

How did we get here?   We are so broken and shattered, we are mourning. We carry thousands of doubts and fears upon our wounded shoulders.   How the hell did we get here?   We developed forbidden feelings for each other, but we have to keep them hidden! My heart is wrapped up in

Paal 21

I turn my headphones on, I’m listening to Luke Bryan on my spotifyz I’ve tucked my DC Comics Tee in my light blue shorts. I smell the seawind and taste the seasalt on my lips, there’s sand on my fingertips.

My Shower

If my shower could talk, It could comfort me with soothing words. If my shower could see, It could stare at the blood pouring out of my body. If my shower had a heart, It could cry for me when I’m in sorrow. If my shower could die, It could die with me tomorrow.

You Left Me And My House

The dryer’s disturbing the silence in my empty bedroom, The dishwasher is making a loud noise in the ice cold living room. The kettle is crying in the neglected kitchen, The curtain is torn apart and I’m dying. The furniture is covered with a thick layer of my blood, The screen of the television is