"Fuck you!" I hissed as he held me back from punching him. For a split second his grip loosened, giving me the opportunity to slap him again - yet as soon as I tried to hit him, he swiftly pushed me backwards, causing my back to collide with the wall. Still struggling, I looked up to see his obsidian eyes piercing in...
A book of poetry aimed at people who have or are struggling with the addiction of self injury. These are poems highlighting the growing problems of self harm. It isn't judging, though, and doesn't insist that the person suffering MUST stop or MUST recover, but it gives that option and emphasizes the good things about...
He's destructive and He's rude He's possessive No Boyfriends, No guy friends He's a Player who likes to 'play' with me. He kisses me, touches me and Sexually harasses me in ways you CANNOT imagine. Giving Mixed signals is kinda his thing now But as he states 'I could NEVER be his girlfriend' He gets into trouble and e...