When you love someone, what do you do? How do you feel? What do you want? A girl who is bullied by the schools heartthrob. She hated him ever since he decided to target her and yet somehow she managed to fall for his playboy charms. Though, knowing how much he has hurt her she know she won't get a chance if shes a ta...
"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."
Brooke is the head cheerleader and the most popular girl in her school, with her best friend Courtney and Cheerleader posse. No one can bring her down. But what happens when she falls in love with the mysterious emo, Slayter? Will she sacrifice her friends for him or will they get rid of her before she gets the chance...
A story I've decided to write to express my feelings. I'm sorry if I offend anybody, and it may be possibly triggering. You have been warned.
How to talk to a suicide, by a suicide. If you are one, add your own thoughts through private message.
I have issues, and I'm not afraid to admit it. This is my attempt at poetry! *Read at your own risk* :D:
This was 100% made by me. The demons told me to stop witting. But that only made me want to write more.
This is the story of a girl who committed suicide, because of everything wrong in her life. This could happen, so this is why we need to prevent bullying, child abuse, rape, etc. Please vote/comment.
In this the events in it actually occurred. Its based on a suicide note from my friend Ali. (in the poem the note is not word for word what her actual one said its based from it) This is in honor of Ali. So rest in peace beautiful.❤ Enjoy.xx
From day one I was taught no one could love me. How could they? I was that girl they tossed to the side. I wanted to die so bad. If only that damn girl never saved me. If you read this before September of 2014, parts of this book were changed and I recommend rereading it.
'I'm so broken that I can feel it. I mean, I can physically feel it. This is so much more than being sad now. This is affecting my whole body and mind.'
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
