listen...

should have always listened when i could...

Hiding in a corner

sitting alone brings pain, sadness but also peace and a chance to think...

the tale of a Fallen King

Once, he had it all;
Once, he walked tall with pride, confidence, sparkle

Now, once that was a privilege, becomes a stab in the heart.
Now, once that was a memory, is now the only drug for him.

a clear shot to the head

that wouldn't kill...

the stab already took his life away