The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
Hello. I'n writing letters. Letters to the ones I love the most. Letters I'd never show them. Letters that should be burnt.
Poems about depression, cutting, and suicide. I wrote almost all of these. Give me some feedback please.
