One bridge. Two guys. Three secrets. Four therapists. Five attempts. Six months. Seven bad habits. Eight family meetings. Nine visits. Ten cuts. One death. Spiritual #4

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In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

This is a collections of dark poetry I have written. I update whenever I write a new poem. These poems are my feelings, things I don't say, things people will not know. Some of my poems are good and some of them aren't the best but oh well

Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

Don’t lose hope, the voice in my mind repeats the words of the doctors over and over. The doctors lie. I will never get better. All hope is long drained. It’s been ten years, ten excruciatingly long years, and I am finally done. I’m breaking out of this joint.

Highest rank: #239 in Teen Fiction Emo Emma is what they call her. She has cuts all over her skin, she listens to 'screamo' music, she smokes, she does drugs, and she is an outcast from everyone. Everyone does all the can to stay away from her. Until a popular boy named Connor starts talking to her... To realize that she actually isn't the person people made her out to be.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

so these are poems and quotes that i really like and dont mind i like to also write about my life,