These are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that haunts your living moments, the crippling feeling of your heart breaking. The mocking taunts that ring in your ears, the chocked sobs stuck in your throat. The feeling of your anger fuelling your silent tears. You know that one? That aches? The one that you can't seem to forget? We all are well aquatinted with that pain, some better than others. But most of us hide it with a smile painted on as fake as our I'm okays. But those are the strongest people, the ones that will be the last ones laughing. Not a joyful laugh filled with humour, but a cold one, the one sends you chills. Cause we will forever be reminded it would be so easy; just the flick of the knife, a single bullet, a step too close to the edge. But we keep living until the pain gets too much and ache consumes you, and then you know what true hell is like. Not living because you have to but because you don't want to give the ones you love that ache, that pain. ........................................................................

[there is going to be a rewrite] "go on, bare your teeth at me. i will pull them out, one by one." The Mad Hatter - Psychotic, purple eyes, bloodshot, white hair, a permanent red sheen, vampire-pale skin, translucent, she is the most wanted rogue on Earth. Everything about her is unknown, full extent of power, location, mental stability. She has freed herself, she is out, and she thinks you'd look better in a grave. But there's a certain wolf standing in the way of her plans. And his name is Ryder. WARNING: gory, has a shit tonne of swearing and you'll probably die of laughter. Goodluck my lovelies.

The hero she always wanted to have to give her strenght, advices, love, happiness.. She found in herself. She needed a hero so that's what she became! And believe me you can live with the pain.

My theory on Depression, I know what it's about I've been living with it for awhile and I would like to share my point of view on depression. If anyone is struggling with depression, self harm, sducidal thoughts, ect.... My ears are open inbox me at any time and I will listen to what you have to say because you are just as important as the next person is

stop bullying before its to late ... before its to late to say sorry .

In Victorian London, there is a small area next to the Square Mile City of London that goes by the name of Whitechapel. It is a place full of dire poverty, alcoholism and strangers and foreigners alike. This is where Fay lives. She is possibly the one shining star on these streets, and this is where she meets a mysterious stranger with a hidden past and a wicked, twisted and bloody future.