Fake a smile, No one knows you're broken. Fake a smile, it's easier than trying to explain why you're sad. Fake a smile, lie and say you're fine, it's easier then trying to explain why you do what you do. Quotes, Stories, Entries and Poems about what it's like to be depressed, alone, suicidal etc...

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

After Tony did the unspeakable, Sam left with the biggest surprise. Will she ever learn to forgive Tony? Or will her past come back to haunt her? Find out in Misguided Ghosts. **Sequel to Darling You'll Be Okay** (I highly suggest reading that before reading this) **** CURRENTLY ON HIATUS****

Muse isn't your average teenage girl. She has two terrible secrets that no one can know, her life is in the balance. She lost her family and has no friends. Completely alone and scared until an unexpected journey leads her to a place where she feels like she's home. They know something is different about her and are starting to ask questions. With everything going on she finds comfort in Vic and Mike but when feelings get in the way what will happen? Will she finally answer them and reveal her secrets or will she run away, like she always has.(A PTV Story.) Warning! May be triggering, sexual content and strong language.

So I write poetry... © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ For even more poetry, check out the next book in this poetry series, Paint Swatch Poems.

There are some things we end up not sending.

In which a girl can't go a day without an anxiety attack and a boy can't go a day without noticing

"I feel like maybe I just shouldn't be here." Taylor Smith's life is completely falling apart. Her mother ran out on her and her father almost 12 years ago, and now her father is dead. Taylor feels completely alone; new town, new school, and no friends. Who wouldn't? She has her aunt and uncle but they're completely strict and treat her more like a jail inmate than a niece. Until she meets Vic, who's a mysterious boy that ignites a spark between the two. Taylor thought that there was nothing left of her life back where she'd come from until someone from her past starts to make an appearance again. Together, they will remember Taylor's broken past, and put together the perfect future with lust, hatred, and revenge trying to pull them apart.

"Why did you do it." Her gaze lingered and danced over her unsatisfying reflection. "What did I do wrong." She glared at the excess contour in her physical features, the brittle texture of her hair, and the dispassionate aura in her stale eyes. "Why did it have to be me." A faint glow overcame the dullness in her eyes as her mind began to draw her towards a small rectangular can. "Will this make anything better?" She grasped the can with her scrawny, neglected fingers and staggered towards her unmade bed to draw a plain, lousy circle with the fluid inside the can. "I take it all back." Before climbing into the circle, she wrote a small message on her tattered burgundy rug and lit it with quivering hands. "I wish I had the dignity to apologize." She took an old scarf and wrapped it around her mouth, holding in any future regrets. 'But there really is no reason.' She thought. Her frail limbs carried her towards the bed and she climbed onto it with the utmost care, as if she were hoping not to break it. 'I guess we could blame it on a lot of things, or we could just admit that we were never meant to be; but I've never stopped loving you.' She watched as the area around her began to swallow itself whole, and for a moment there she understood the true meaning of beauty. Her body convulsed and her heart and soul had melted like wax, but she found pleasure in every moment of it. She made no move to scream or fight her inevitable fate, but she was careful not to wreck this incessantly lustful feeling; she was careful not to wreck herself with it.