It's what we most do, talk about things in the future. Well, death, is the most certain thing we all will go through. So, let's talk about it.
A poem of regret, maybe 'till death.
i am a student hating every moment away from home. no caps intended
i am but a tiny voice with a little wit. no-caps intended.
This is a poem to a dear friend. Let me be heard even just in words. Let me be... please.
Living in hell. In the mind of a very young child, this might be happening.