Oxygen

I was never grateful...

What would life be without you?

You are the reason I want to live.

Creative poem about a burning.

Behind this children's story, there was a dark hidden message. Was he trying to warn us? Did he predict we would act and be like this?

I let the darkness close around me.I let myself fall deeper.

Once again, I am falling. I thought I found a way out.

The tears and the ink blur into one.....

I’m bleeding out, it’s your hand on the gun. 

Maybe this was the start of a new friendship. Maybe it was the start of a love story. Or a tragedy. We would never know. 

Butterfly tattoo on my wrist I could have saved you But I was too busy trying to save myself. 

I'm sorry I was there for, you I'm sorry I cared about you....