I'm not okay

It's my story but without the mask I have on all day it's the real me the one everyone's afraid of

The Boy Next Door

Oh God, I hated him. Luke Hemmings. He thought he could sing, he always messed with me. We were basically enemies to say the least. It didn't help when he introduced his weirdo friends into the scene. Oh gosh, I still remember some of the stunts they tried to pull. Ash made it better. He was probably my only friend...

3am

the kind of poems you only write when it's raining and 3am. book cover design by @_wacKo x

They will be missed

Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

is it still a joke now?

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

Blade

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