It’s not working out. The dreams. The hopes. The wishes. The poems. The photographs. The sunsets. The clouds. The books. The songs. The...

I give up too soon these days, Because what’s the point of fighting when you know nothing is going to matter anyway. I step back, ...

Why sometimes we cannot just give up, Why do we need to keep fighting, The wars we no longer care for, When the outcome may not be worth...

I fought the fights hard and fair, Breaking a knuckle someday, A little of my heart somewhere, Broken are the pieces of my hands, Don’t...