Non-fiction, Poetry


Our friendship that was built in a remarkable way, I hope we can keep it, till our hairs turn into gray.


My Girl.

Cut my wrist and hope to die, you're the one who made me cry. You left me alone in the rain, soaking wet in my own pain. You threw me away, you left me behind how could i have been so blind? The was no love our love wasn't true, i hate myself for loving… Continue reading My Girl.