I could smile for a while but only if you stay sunshine.

I write these books and poems and characters to escape from what I have done and what others have done to me.

in the darkness of night is when I doubt myself the most.

does it change when we die?

when I'm buried at the place I lie

I won't come back for a fly

unless you disturb my grave

you will not find my cave of cotton

because I will be rotton

and when I am dead and gone, will it be enough to go on?

do they know how much it hurts to be: alone/defeated/detested/depressed/panickied/dying/dirty/afriad/lost/abused/confused?