Broken promises are like shards of glass piercing thru your soft smooth skin. despite the healing, the scars remain.



people tell me how much of a blockhead i could be. ive only come to terms with them just not too long ago and as quietly the ticking of the raindrops, i realised youre like the air to me.


i took you for granted, i didnt realise you were even there. but the minute you decided to leave me, i know i will die. and i think ive fallen in love with cliche terms. however corny they sound, youd only see heads in agreement.


the skeletons in my closet. something youll never learn about.