Undercover (Boyxboy)

My heart pulsated through my chest and I didn't think I could hold on for much longer. The frightening, terrorising feeling of his fingers slipping through mine was causing the arm that was gripping to the edge of the cliff to shake. "Hold on, Harry! I've got you, I swear! Please, just hold on!" my voice held a shrill...

The Past

These are poems about my past . they are all true . I have a lot of dark problems in my past . but I want to let people know about what has happened to me . So this is the truth no one knows about .