Needingsomeone Stories

Cale Halton Isn't the friendly type- I mean really the man who's trying to save lifes seems out to suin Charlie Parkens. And, Why? She dosn't even know. As he's saving life, he keeps on passing by the girls who life needs saving desperately. Can he realize what he feels, save the girl who needs him before she's gone forever. ------------------------------------------------------- If he knew that one girl didn't need his magicial hands that could heal almost every serious diasese or be precise enough to manevoure Inside the human body. His harsh emerald eyes shot me daggers piercing through my already wounded soul. Again. Despite his urge to loathe and hate everything I do, he's like an angel. Golden hair in a short flip effortlessley, carved cheekbones crafted to utter perfection and a lush smile that plays on his face. Just to show his dazzling all white teeth. His body tenses, which reveals a sculpted,sexy body that Is purely beautiful. I would never admit that to him, Cale would do everything and anything to stay away from me. ---------------------------------------------- His life looked so fresh and fun, I hated my self. I desereve all I get, I should bleed. Die probably, when your room Is full of ciggarettes, smoke and seccond hand bed lifes not worth living. When you dad shouts, he's just got In and he's mad. Fucking mad. He needs to garb something, and I'm there cleaning or usually doing something around the house. I'm always at the end of his violent tortute, whether he kicks me uncosious or makes me sleep on the street. He alawys breaks me In the end. My mums never In. So he drinks, drinks his life away and shits me up to the pulp... One day maybe I'll be free from his torment and my soul will rest.

Collection of sad poems I found online. (I dont own any of them)

I i need to use a outlet for my feelings and so I'll do them in poems since I like to right them. I might not be good at it and you dont have to read them I just need to right them. So depending on what I'm feeling my poems will either be dark or cheery. Edit: when I first started writing this I just found out that I had a condition and it made me depressed. So I channeled my feeling into this. That's still kind of what this is. It's a public diary in poem form.