Random storys poems and other such writings of my doing.
alone in the dark
My head on my knees I sit in the dark where life once was is now just a spark My tears come fast and fall to the floor I cry for the past the future and more The blade in my hand it sparkles and shines The people dont listen they dont see the signs The knifes in the air aimed for my heart I long for the end or just a new start That day her life ended when it shouldve began If only some person pulled her up by the hand