On my other account (acciolovee) I also have a book of poems, however, this is obviously my new one. These are some poems I have been planning to publish and maybe a couple old ones from my other book. Please read, vote, and most importantly, enjoy :)

Poetry on love and relationship.

I'm sorry if this story is bothering you. But if it is, it's clearly not meant for you. "What's depression like?" A friend once asked. I didn't know what to say. Because when people ask you things like "What's wrong" and "How are you?" and "Can I help you?" I never know what to say. I end up lying. I end up answering "nothing" and "Fine" and "No". Though what I really want to answer is "Everything" and "I'm not okay" and "Yes, please". What depression is like? Writing what it's like is easier than telling what it's like. Only a few will totally understand what it's like. And for those people I wrote this.

*TRIGGER WARNING* These are all Poems written by me though not all are about me

Life is sick. Life is cruel. I'm just living the same nightmare over and over again. I'm just living the same pain over and over again. Darkness suffocates me and flashbacks ignite inside my mind. I just can't seem to get out. My real name is Annabelle Jones and I'll just have to tell you the truth. Life isn't always as it seems. * Under major construction right now. Warning: it is extremely dangerous to enter. This story needs a lot of improvement. And if you do decide to read this, you'll notice that the earlier chapters are much better than the later ones. That's because it is (I've edited them already). But you have been warned....

"This is the sixth time god dammit! I can't just sit around and watch you kill yourself! I've had enough, I'm sending you to a Mental Hospital." ------- Emma, 12 years old, schizophrenic , suicidal. ------- Mental hospitals hold the secrets of many, their lives too. ************* IMPORTANT: THIS STORY IS NO LONGER BEING UPDATED SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK THAT THE STORY DOESNT END

This book is completely random and contains all different kinds of free-verse poetry. ❅ I don't even know where some of these came from, but are pieces of writing somehow developed from the pits of my consciousness that make me wonder what the hell is even going on in there. ❅ I can't even fully make sense of the things I write, so this book is not neat and not strictly one thing, so if that's what you enjoy then by all means, go find something else. ❅ And these writing pieces are going to contradict each other in more ways than one. ❅ So decide to give it a read, or don't. Either way I hope you have a wonderful time in the human experience. ❅ Have a truly wonderful life, and don't forget to be happy.

i'm not sure what this is, but i hope it's something, for someone. i write for you, and only you, whoever you may be.