Poetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credit to user: UnresolvedFate for creating my cover) Copyright© All Rights Reserved to OnlyOneWhoCaresxx (Just don't steal, its not that hard)

❝Good morning. This is Target, how can I help you?❞ ❝Why do I have the sudden urge to kill my family?❞ ❝...Woah...well...shit. Ma'am, I think you dialed the wrong number.❞ ❝No. I dialed correctly. Are you any help?❞ ❝...No sé qué decir a esta chica loca.❞ In which a girl named Farah calls Target and meets a boy named Chance. Best Rank : #1 in Short Story (8/27/16)

Two years ago, Caia lost everything and everyone she loved. Now every day is a struggle; she's lost the ability to eat, and not care. Counting calories, and days since the tragedy, Caia's not sure she wants to live anymore. The only one who can convince her not to go is Ky, her best friend and boyfriend since what happened. Can he make her believe life's worth living before it's too late? TRIGGER WARNING: this book deals with the topics of anorexia, suicide, and depression. If reading this would be harmful to you, please do not. If any of my readers deal with these issues, feel free to message me. go follow @bombpeach where this story is featured in a reading list

I think it's stupid when people judge by what you look on the outside, like, don't you want to know me before you choose to like me or not. Ok, so maybe I'm the most popular girl in school, maybe I have the most desired boyfriend in the school, maybe I have the perfect life to you on the outside, but did you ever think that I have my stages of imperfection too? I'm not really perfect, but because of you, I have to keep this image of perfection.

i see stars when i think of you.