Oxygen

Like an angel, I fell from the sky, my wings broken and ripped to shreds.

The bright stars in the night sky know you well......

Not everything is shown on the outside.

Sad poem I wrote in 2018.

I am a bird, but I am restrained...

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

I want to hear the call of the wild.

I want to know that you are there, even if I can't see.

Two lover's dance

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

I’m holding onto those memories we had, clinging

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?