here are the sad, the angry, the confused, the broken, the inspirational, the hopeful, the happy, and the loving poems. here is my story. {all poems are mine}

-- "Will you come back to me?" He asked quietly. Was I ready to come back? Was I ready to face the world in spite of what happened? He sat still, holding my hand but looking frightened as if I were glass that could shatter at any moment. "Ava, just hear me out." He whispered into my ear, careful not to bump any of the numerous needles or tubes sticking into me. "Everyone's here to see you. You won't believe all the trouble that I went through just to get in here. Look, everyone in the lobby is your family. You still have family. I'll quit the tour, I'll get a real job. We can spend as much time together as you need. I don't need to-" he stopped mid sentence running out of the room and calling to the nurse. "I'll be back." --

Sydney Clarkson a 13 year old that has a horrible past, but what lies in the future for her? will it be her dream or nightmare when she gets adopted by her and the world's favorite boyband. {slight trigger warning}

Fairies don't always grant you the right wishes. They trick you. And not all Fairies are generous and kind-hearted like you probably think they are. They are quite the opposite. they are very- perhaps you could say- demonic... (Harry Styles Fan Fiction) ********* "Harry.. please... baby calm down." i pleaded trying to ease his discomfort. his once beautiful orbs of green that were looking down at me with pure love in them were now a dark shade or green and now looking down at me with pure hatred and disgust. "NO MAYA! HOW COULD YOU!?" he shouted. his eyes now letting water droplets slide down his cheeks like the rain falling from a window. "harry. please. listen to-" i was cut off once again my harrys harsh words that were slamming into my insides and making them turn. "you know what? i just wish you never entered my life." he said. and with that being said. i vanished. but my eyes let one single tear drop from my irisis to my cheeks to my chin and fall to my feet before i entered a world i surely did not recognize. All Rights Reserved.

I cant do this anymore. Too much has happened to me already and I dont want anymore problems coming. This is the end. End of everything. End of stress. End of pain. End of lonliness. End of blaming. End of relying. End of depression. End of unkindness. End of all people. End of misunderstanding. End of breathing. And end of life. Suicide is the best option for me and everyone else. May happiness fill hearts of those who didnt do damage to the feelings I own. Actually, to those who did also. May your heart burn with love and kindness for all who may cross your path. To those who actually have a purpose to live. To those who have people to love them. To those who dont end their lives like I will. All Rights Reserved.