My name is Christopher. What do you think of when you hear the word bully? Do you think of name calling and shoving and occasional hitting? For me i think of a mixture of heaven and hell. Of course i don't like it but at the same time its the only time i get to see him. My crush. Yes I'm in love with my bully. Pathetic i know...but don't rub it in. If you wish to know more about Richard and i feel free to read.

A poem I wrote about why peole cut themselves. Taken from self experience.

"I'm gunna paint a picture; it's a picture with a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is my wrist." ~Unknown Poetry about suicide, the cover says "Love is like heaven, but it hurts like hell."