What I would give to breathe through fresh lungs Down to the depths of which I cannot reach   To have steady hands and an average heartbeat Eating without fear of losing it to a trash...

I wonder how the silence has eaten me up Was it in a swift motion gracefully without me knowing?  Was I too young to notice or too naive  Sometimes I just sit in the silence  As people question...

My room is a prison from time to time When it’s supposed to be a respite It only hurts every now and again And I promise I fight it the best I can With hobbies And friends And breaks. But...

They say happiness is a choice. So, I used to wonder: Is sadness a choice as well? Happiness is a positive emotion, something I know you strive for. Happiness is laughing with friends, seeing your excited...