Based on a true story, about self harm, and the stories behind every scar.

I am truly disturbed on the inside. I live in a facade where I mask my true self... I am alone. Through writing I am myself thus I am free. I have shared my mind through writing poetry. Read while I introduce you to me just a unregarded faceless being living a tormented life.

Just poems about the good and the bad ( but mostly the bad because life doesn't like us)

The night air is charged, it seems, With the undisguisable current of centuries of unharnessed ferocity And you stand, transfixed and trembling, Watching as dazzling streaks of white light split the sky apart and illuminate, in sporadic, breath-taking glimpses, The majesty of the Earth at war

These are poems from my allpoetry account C Rothenay. Follow if you would like to see more and follow me on allpoetry.com as well.

A Potpourri

Drowning... But I'm still alive Alive... But dying at the same time I don't want to live So I find myself drowning Peacefully, under the water... Holding my breath until I can't anymore... Consumed by the water, my mind blank But He won't take me So I stay alive But I'm continuously, Drowning...

Poems by me.

In an ending world, a group of mismatched werewolves in Juvenile Detention must put their past behind them to save themselves. When Marie, the insane girl who murdered her parents, takes control of the pack, the others become doubtful. Will they make it through the Apocalypse, or will they suffer the consequence of evil? Will their destinies stand, or will their unknown demons lead astray?

a letter that wasnt meant to be read...by a hero.