Here's to the ones who cried themselves to sleep, hiding their tears, forcing laughters, faking smiles, trying to hide it from everyone. Here's to the ones who are strong.

I'm Heather Parks. I'm the weakest soul there ever was. I gave up. I lost hope. I killed myself... But every day since I killed myself, I've tried to Un-kill myself. Every day since I killed myself, I've asked myself: Why? Every day since I killed myself, I die once again because of what I've done. Every day since I killed myself, I think of what I've lost. Every day since I killed myself, I wish I hadn't done it... And compared to the pain I'm feeling right now, the pains I felt during my life were nothing. Nothing at all... PRAISE FOR 'SUICIDE': "The agony is so surreal, it broadens your horizons to feel deeper. The pain is alluring." - Mahwish.A.Aleem  "Reluctant to relinquish my love for such a story , i request all of the readers to cherish it and not treat it lightly" - Maheen Irfan "The intensity of the author's emotions has a certain depth which makes the reader reflect on the different aspects of their life." - Maheen Amir

before one was shy, the other was sad. art became his only escape, with lifelss brown eyes and a broken heart. //prequel to rosy cheeks//can be read as a stand-alone// **warning: themes of suicide and self harm** [highest ranking]: #17 (date unknown)

Xavier doesn't speak; he writes.

❝ Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages. ❞ © nate k. 2014

❝If I'm going to write a book it will be about you − about your flaws − because when I first fell in love with you it was because of your flaws.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

❝She was pain in the form of the one who broke his heart.❞ All rights reserved. @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

Poems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)