These, are just some poems i wrote and threw together.

Jade Hart is outcasted by everyone, even her own family, when one night she thinks its the end, it turns out to be the first of the rest of her life, when Ashley Purdy finds her outside a theatre, battered and bruised. When she runs away from home, she begins to fall in love with the lead vocalist and becomes best friends with the guitarist, all of this filled with drama and fun. But, when she has the choice to leave the Black Veil Brides and go to college, or stay with them and figure something out, what does she pick? What will happened with her life?

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]

A lot of you won't understand my poems because.... There in my words. But the poems are for ME! You can vote, comment, and read. I don't care what you do. What you think. I dedicate them to who I want too. When I dedicate the poem i'm NOT talking about the person I dedicated it too. Thank you.

Just a bunch of quotes about suicide, depression, and all that jazz! Any edits in the media are made by me. Feel free to post them anywhere, just give me credit or I swear to god, I will find you and kill you. I'm completely serious. I'm going through depression, and I have been since I was 10. I started cutting and feeling suicidal at that age too, and I still do. Please, if you are going to mock anyone for having depression, don't. It's irritating. I'll just delete all your comments, taking precious time out of my oh-so busy day. Thanks for 1000 reads! You're all so precious to me!

"What is depression like?" he whispered. "It's like drowning... Except you can see everyone around you breathing." WARNING: This book WILL have depression and all symptoms of depression. Which includes cutting, thoughts of suicide, etc. So if you're easily triggered, Do Not Read! Also... Some of these quotes aren't mine so I give credit to whoever created them.

A collection of really short poems written by me(mostly),on average around 4 lines. I was the pretty butterfly That nested in your bed You took your little seeds of lies And planted them within my head And those seeds grew devine destruction That fed my mind with fibs The fibs, they smiled and they giggled Like young,sweet children in my cribs And I believed your tasty lies Fed with a sugared smile I was your pretty butterfly It kept me fed for quite a while One day you opened up your arms And I flew in without a single care I didn't focus on your fingers I didn't see the blade in there Using it to cut my wings All I could do was weep and cry How could you do this, after all I was your pretty butterfly You gently drop me from the ledge You kept my wings but set me free I'm just a silly butterfly And you're what death tastes like to me.

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. : )

Poems. Death, suicide, depression, cutting, sadness, loneliness, bullying, hope, religion, love, tears, pain, joy, and more. Read if you want poems and maybe a few one-shots too. But if you want everything to have perfect rhymes, sorry. Look somewhere else. #1 in Poetry on 2/15/2015 <3