Written.ioche

 Ever so often I enjoy just taking out a piece of paper
I use the supplies I have and I try to make something great
Line after line
Color after color
At the end i’m left with some great
All the colors on the paper

I was walking in the woods, It was just a normal afternoon. It was a normal thing I would do, but I think I went too far. It started to get dark. I turned around to head back...but it didn’t look the same.

A am seeing a sigh of hope
Like the light at the end of the tunnel
The hope that I see is that things will get better
That things will better than it is now
But hope can’t just work on it’s own

Sometime ago on  november 14 it was my 13th birthday, I got this bunny like bag.I didn’t really know what was going to happen in the future with that bunny, but now that I look back, I'm glad it did.

I can be just like paper
I can be creative in my own ways that make me interesting
Like drawings on the paper
But I can fall apart
My scars are like rips on the peace of paper

I have been through a lot

I have manys scars

Both physical scar

And scars that are from my past

Lots of my memories have scars

So it’s hard for me to think about the good things from my past