This is a set of poems I made for the one I hurt most. I regret every thing I did to you till this day. You were my first love and you will always have my heart. To you: Lil' LoveBird

The Nightingale brothers were inseparable. You could never find one without the other, they were so close yet completely different. But things begin to change. New people enter their lives new feelings. Can they survive and stand against the world that would force them away? Will they fight for what they truly want or let it slip through fingers because of others views? Can love really withstand all? Am I really shitty at writing descriptions? Yes, yes I am. It doesn't matter. WHAT MATTERS IS THAT YOU READ MY STORY OR I'LL HAVE MY FRIEND EAT YOUR PICKLES!!!!!!! AND SHE WILL DO IT!!

Coming out for Jaydon Doyle, wasn’t easy. All his friends turned his back on him and his already abusive father dislikes him even more. Unable to live with the isolation Jaydon took his life, only to be brought right back again, without his choice. Sent away the ‘Institute for the depressed and disturbed’ without his consent. Jaydon meets 4 boys, all fighting depression. Tension builds between the boys as romance bubbles. Questions start to get asked. Answers are never given. Friendships break and new bonds are formed. Friends become enemies. A roommate who is desperate to know more about Jaydon, but won’t share any secrets in return. Promises are broken. Hearts are broken and secrets aren’t secret anymore. All Jaydon wants to do is get out and end it all, for good this time. Will anybody be able to pull Jaydon out of his depression and keep him alive, but this time by his choice? *WARNINGS* Contains self-harming and suicidal thoughts.

3 years ago, my Step Dad adopted a son. His name was Hunter. For 13 years of his life, Hunter was neglected and abused by his parents. Beaten and raped, Hunter knew nothing good of the world. His Father eventually became a socio-path and shot the Mother. But as he was about to kill Hunter, Police arrived. The Dad shot himself instead. Hunter is now 16 and has been living in my family for 3 years. It's an understatement to say that we don't get along. Hunter is just angry at the world. He drinks and smokes and swears and fights. He kicks me and punches me simply because he's scared. He pushes everyone away. He has flashbacks and nightmares and can't seem to take anymore. Though I know he has reasons for being such an inconsiderate asshole, I still hate him. Our family has now moved to Cyprus. We're only staying for a while, so we just got a small appartment. Bad part about that? It's got 2 rooms. Me and Hunter have to share. At first I hate it. But then over the weeks, I begin to see how broken Hunter Storm really is. He's not just a dick, he's scared. And I'm slowly starting to comfort him through his troubles. We're getting somewhere, but then the worst possible thing happens. But strangley, it's bringing us closer. He's sleeping in my bed, he's crying to me, he's holding my hand. I'm holding him at night, I'm wearing his hoodies, I'm smiling at his touch. Before I even realize it, I'm in love. { Strong Language Throughout! Includes Physical/Sexual Abuse Scenes & Sex Please Don't Read If Bad Language Makes You Cry. But If You Like Hot Emo Boys With Lip Rings, Read Ahead ^.^ }