Numbing hikaye

This is a poem about my personal struggle with my life's problems and issues this a form many people take to relieve them they represents my problems and stresses.

She was like a puzzle, confusing, occasionally irritating and oddly calming. Cecelia Rose, beautiful name, beautiful soul. Yet she was so hard to figure out. She never let anyone in, into her personal life. It was as if she was pretending, only sharing small fragments, not the whole piece. There was two sides to her, the girl who talked so fast when she was passionate about something and the girl who stared at her ceiling fan for hours upon hours. Her real life was uncertain to everyone, even the closest people to her. Then suddenly, he pops up.

[COMPLETED] My first collection of poetry. There are 50 poems: I hope you enjoy it. It was the story of my life. Is it the story of yours? Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 - InkButterfly

A bunch of poems that I have written. As you read more of the poems, the style changes as I change. This is a time capsule for my poetry.

why not? not like I care about my own feelings or how to process them so I'll settle for putting what I feel in a book

This story doesn't deserve a description

When you sell your soul to the devil you usually just discard your soul and that's the end of it. For Storm that wasn't the end of it. It was only the beginning. **A/N** This is not a supernatural fan fiction. Don't get me wrong I love the TV series but this is not s fan fiction but simply a work off fiction. Pleased not try to sell your soul. Enjoy and if you have any CONSTRUCTIVELY criticism please comment!!

Is this love, or am I a hostage? Am I right or wrong? Why is it so painful? God, are you there?