I love writing and I'm a broke student. WOop.
Wave after wave, after wave, over me. The salt it stings my eyes. I see a whale and he looks back at me. Why, whale, why do you cry?
By Tai Dean7 years ago in Poets
I hate my life I hate my life I hate my life I hate myself I hate myself I hate the way I look the way I act the way I talk
I can't shake this cold. My soul is tired I am growing old on the inside. My life has started but barely begun. I shudder and shiver