These are poems that really mean something to me. I work quite hard on them and they explain the raw emotions that i am feeling at the time they are written. If i am sad, they help me feel better, if i am angry, they are a release and if i am happy, they will always be a reminder of that happiness. I would appreciate it if my readers would take my poems seriously. They are not frivolous, and some of them have a deeper meaning than what it seems. However, they can be enjoyed my those who like to analyse poems and those who don't. They aren't very good, but i hope you enjoy them anyway.

Skye Thorne is a broken girl, with uncaring parents and two brothers. This 16 year old girl has many issues, ranging from the average to the psychotic. And after the loss of her one caring family member, her mental illnesses become more prominent and suicide seems to be on her mind. Then a strange man seems to be wherever she goes and an annoying, disruptive boy continues to get in her way, determined to discover her secrets. This is the beginning of the end for Skye, a story of a normal girl hidden behind the curtain of mental illness, being driven crazy by an unbearable life. *** The man walked to the large tinted glass window in his office, and looked out over the town in the distance, inhabited by the girl in question. "Skye Thorne, you are good at what you do. But you made a mistake- you must've. And I will get you. I always win."

In the middle of bombs and explosions, raids and smoke, the most feared being faces someone. Death has come to London in the midst of the blitz, with lots of work to do. And he will not leave without the soul of the last person standing. But they're a little reluctant to leave when supposed to. Because there's a message to pass on. Will the Death leave the war zone with a job well done, or with one soul too little?

I'm Hayley demons. I had been mute for two years, when i met three new people who all have one thing in common with me; we all had our only friend taken from us when they needn't be. Since our losses, we have all been socially awkward; unable to hold a conversation with people. Then we all found each other, but soon, Death ruins our lives again, as one of us is unfairly ripped from the world. After this, Death decides to give us more chances for life. What do i mean? Read to find out.

You are not alone. We are everywhere, thinking of you. We are united, and we have the potential to prosper above this all. We- who fight mental illness, want to help the cause, want to understand, have beaten mental illness- are all connected. We can break down the stigma, and inform the world that this is something out of your control, something you suffer from like any other illness. You can't tell a cancer sufferer to 'just get over it', and the same goes for mental illnesses. Read, learn and join my cause to overcome the stigma of mental illness.