After a car accident took his ability to walk, Blake wakes up from a coma. He now has to grapple with the thought that his whole life has changed. One day he meet a new patient on the ward: a handsome football player who shattered his leg and thinks his life is over too. [please vote and comment as you read along, thank you! This story has a few trigger warnings before you read. It contains mentions of depression, death, mental health issues, revenge and a lot of suicidal thoughts.]

[sequel 'Divide' is out now!] ___ Tears and heartbreak. Poetry and music. Parties and puke. Cigarettes and blood. Acceptance and hatred. Cliques and outcasts. Well. Isn't college interesting? _____ Warning: contains mature/triggering themes such as but not limited to: mental illnesses, homophobia/homophobic slurs, drug and alcohol use and abuse, gore, suggestive content/humor, dark humor, extremist religious beliefs, and descriptions of self-harm. [thanks to @betchyoubetter on twitter for allowing me to use their art for the cover!] [Highest achievements: #1 in #melancholy, #4 in #alcohol, #1 in #collegeau, #105 in katsudeku, #509 in bakudeku, #19 in poetry]

it's hard to explain the incomprehensible and overwhelming emotion, and lack of emotion, that I've been bearing for so long on my own. you can't fathom the inability to move, speak, eat, think, or even see clearly in this time of irregularity. all I can really describe is the hollow feeling of dragging this shell of a body with me. i'm trapped in myself. when one is like this, you know that you're not really... you. *** The way I've chosen to write every word - including the formatting, punctuation, and capitalization errors - represent symbolic significance to me. Explaining everything would expose my personal life in ways that I am extremely uncomfortable with, so please forgive me for anything that disturbes you. In this collection of poetry, I tend to us descriptively vague language to describe specific situations and emotions I've felt, and continue to feel, for the most part. I invite you to guess the battles and experiences I've written about, and to try and find the underlying meanings I've placed in each set of words. Or, even better, find your own meaning. I know that no one might care, but I've written these emotions for the purpose of expressing my distraught, and I am publishing this in an effort to reach out to others in the midst of their own wars.