Hunter B : Writing

The Pacing

The Pacing

A Poem by Hunter B


Traumatic experiences can bring out the demons, and mine are particularly devious. At this point, I was full of desperation to conquer what I am still..
What's Wrong With Me?

What's Wrong With Me?

A Poem by Hunter B


At nights I have difficulties sleeping, and writing these poems helps to calm me down enough to fall asleep.
They Ask

They Ask

A Poem by Hunter B


They laugh andask, "How are you so happy all the time?"I smile and whisper, " I break down when I'm alone."
Thought

Thought

A Poem by Hunter B


Things I must have misread.
What a Fucked Up Family

What a Fucked Up Family

A Poem by Hunter B


What a fucked up familyI have,crying because nobody cares,crying because the wrong people care.What a fucked up family I have,hiding our problems with..