Don't mess with the devil Momma always said Don't mess with the devil or you'll end up dead Don't look at his dagger-like eyes, they'll make you bleed Don't listen to his words, he'll lead you into fulfilling evil deeds Making him mad would be your biggest regret He'll make sure you pay an extra fee with your debt He slits throats and crunches bones with emotionless eyes While smirking maliciously with those dark red lips that spill lies He'll pretend to be friendly, give your cheek a poisonous peck But once he's done with you, he won't think twice before snapping your neck

A few short stories of my life, mainly school since that takes up too much of my time during the day. Unless I'm on vacation. Including: My very weird and unique friends plus depressing poems I wrote at 1 am

Just a collection of my poems about things that we all feel at a point in our lives but are not able to convey in the most minimal words.

It's okay to not be okay. We are all one struggle away. Your change is gonna come. You just keep believing day by day. This storm will eventually run out of rain.