"does she even know everything she's ruined?" book three of the suicide series.

"will you be here tomorrow?" "same time, as always." book two of the suicide series.

about the girl that loved colors almost as much as she loved him. book one of the suicide series.

❝he's grey and skylar's color and they complement each other like hot rain on dry asphalt.❞ in which he has ptsd and doesn't do well with change. until her, that is. - I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN, OKAY. BE NICE. - all rights reserved 2013 © cathartics

i don’t know this girl, i don’t know what she wants from me. i don’t know what these poems mean. i don’t know anything at all but one: i’m going to find her. ⓒ 2013, Kaira G. Self publishing ct-hood ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorised reprint or use of this material is prohibited. If I fucking learn that someone copied my works, I will find you and skin you alive like pychotic Harry i s2g pls dont this is my baby

My parents don't know a thing about broken hearts. They thought that if we move far enough, I'll be able to forget everything. Little did they know, memories are not something that you can escape.

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A little girl's letter to her dad, praying he just might see it.

Parents don't exactly realise the damage and impact that the occasional slight remarks they make can have. On the rare occasions that they realise they shouldn't have said something, they make the huge mistake of just assuming that the young ones won't remember. That the words they uttered are meaningless and won't leave an impression on their children. Sometimes, all it takes to fix it is an apology.