Biography of Marie Murdar
Haii im Marie.
Ive dealt with a lot of things...
Poetry seems to help... even tho idk if half the things I type r really poetry: /
But I hope you enjoy them.
Marie Murdar Poems
Past, Present, Future, My Friend.
The past is the past. So why isnt it ok to ask? Finally at last We all hold fast
Pain Of Life
I need relief i cant cry i cant say anythin so i can only cut
Anxiety Is Not A Pleasure
Why try to fight? When everything is full of fright. Why be strong? When everything in life is so wrong.
Is It Ok? Let's Be Honest.
Is it ok to not be ok? Is it ok to not know what to say? Is it ok to not mold the clay? Is it ok to just stay?
Her True Color's
For a girl who looks so happy, who smiles and laughs. She is a girl who cries her self to sleep. Who causes herself to feel pain for relief Who considers suicide.