Perhaps someday these words will make up for the bloodshot eyes and sleepless nights. [H.R: #13 in Poetry] beautiful cover by: @-averagesky

"Because sometimes, the soft voices in your head are louder than they seem." *** Kasen Riley is hard to understand. He's the Bad Boy that everyone is scared of, but curious of. He's mysterious, and no one has ever got past his walls. He's too scared to let anyone in. He believes that if someone gets past his hard walls, they'll break him. He's scared to fall in love, so he pushes everyone away. Until he meets Sienna Rose, of course. Sienna Rose is a good 16 year old girl, innocent and sweet. She's sweet, but always has a look of blazing fury in her eyes. And, thing is, she won't open up to anyone but her best friend Cameron. Her parents were the sweetest, and most kindest people ever. But, soon enough, they died when Sienna was 5. And when her Aunt Cameron was supposed to take care of her, she blamed Sienna for everything. Especially for Sienna's parents death. Cameron abused her for several years, all the way up to age 7, then got caught by the police, and they arrested her. Sienna has been sent to foster care more than enough times. She's been through too much for someone to tear her apart, so she keeps to herself. She's afraid of falling in love. Sienna has to stay at the Riley residence for a whole summer because the foster home care is shutting down for the summer. What happens when Kasen crosses her path? Will she face her fears? Or will they just push each other away? Kasen's scared she'll break him somehow. With just one small word. Love.

A girls response letter to her best friends suicide note.

Where there are words; there is comfort. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● It's exhausting, The dreams I have; Trying to make what's fantasy, Include no hardship. Into false of hopes of reality. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● ☆In this universe, there are only few things that could last. One of mine is poetry.

A collection of poetry For any teenager Who feels alone, And ugly. This is for the ones who just need a rant session. This poetry collection Is for the outcasts, And for the goldens, Because here we are all anonymous. Well, except for me.