Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

Winter Trails is an album of my poems, journeying through late fall when the wire of the trees begins to dominate, till the end of January. After promoting it and it soaring to three quarter million reads, Wattpad unceremoniously dumped it. Here it still is though.

the kind of poems you only write when it's raining and 3am. book cover design by @_wacKo x

WARNING TRIGGER Just a collection of poems that are written about self harm and depression. All poems written by me unless said otherwise Cover by lilydawnxx

What if the only thing you have left is just a piece of paper? Well, more of a whole stack of papers, a thousand to be exact. Origami is the only thing for the one who folds again and again, one paper bird at a time. It's the only hope this person has who has fallen into the depression of knowing nothing will ever change, alone with no one to catch them. But it's not until a magical paper world opens up to this person, filled with life and color compared to the dark and gloomy life. The only question is: Will these paper cranes give this person hope once more or will they abandon this person in the darkness?

Bullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and words can effect others. If you've experienced bullying and would like to share your story in this book, here is the link to the submission form: http://goo.gl/forms/fJXipq1sD9 *Note*: If you or someone you know has feelings of depression, suicide, harassment, or self harm, please check out the resources available in your region: http://support.wattpad.com/hc/en-us/articles/200774284-Counseling-and-Prevention-Resources

[ collection of depressed thoughts - cover by @soundthealarm ]

A collection of poems, somewhat of a diary.

we are all just misfit human beings infatuated with the idea of perfection.

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