Lien Nguyen

Walls break as tears fall; Upon this petal soft face It is I that feels the pain; The screams are everlasting. © Li Nguyen 2006

This corner in my room; Is my resort to what I must live in. Cold, dark and lonely; However it is my security. “Don’t talk to me!” , “I don’t want you here!”; Reject all those who are close to you. All you feel is fear; Trust no one is how it feels. Too stubborn …