Biography of Brooklyn Sorrow
Hello, my name is Brooklyn Sorrow. I am a sweet, shy, christian girl. I've lost my little sister, my father and my brother. I'm shy because I just don't like to speak. I am also very sweet. I don't believe that I could hurt a fly. I was born and raised France. But the thing is I can't speak fluent freach, weird, I know. I can speak some of it. I guess I am pretty good.
Brooklyn Sorrow's Works:
Je n'ai pas de livres publiés.
Brooklyn Sorrow Poems
Suicide. So simple. Suicide.
Even In Death
He's gone. That's what they say. I laugh.
Darkness To Light
My world. Black skies. Withering roses. Destruction on every path.
In the dead of night, I hear rustling bushes, The whispering of the wind, and crack of twigs.
Wake me up... My imagination has gone wild... I can't take this scene, the horrifying dream.
You've died. You're gone. But you're here for ever. Eternally mine.
This small lock, Holds my fears. It holds my loneliness And my tears.
I guess I should move on, For it would be right. I really can't keep these memories. For they keep me up at night.
In the dead of night,
I hear rustling bushes,
The whispering of the wind,
and crack of twigs.
Though, I can't see them.