Historias de Openwounds

**SEQUEL TO BATTLE SCARS** Isn't it weird that we live in a time now where technology is such that we can create anything, but we can't create a cure to the pain that the death of our loved ones brings? After Emma commits suicide Killian is left behind, alone and abandoned. After months of drowning himself in alcohol and work, he decides to pick his life back up and attends to a new college. Here he gets unexpectedly help to grieve the death of the woman he loved.

A poem from my feelings

: I'm sorry " he said with his head low voice as low as a mere whisper but enough for the other to listen" : SORRY??? " loosing his temper he slammed his hands just beside the petite boy who flinched by the force of hand which could have landed on him if not for the wall behind him" " looking at the petite boy and his trembling boy the man gets back to his senses and clicked his tongue against his inner cheek in annoyance which was still lingering in him" : forget it " with said the man left the petite boy by himself" : nanna i miss you" said the petite boy as a lone pair of tear slipped his now wet eyes. Hey there, its aera again i hope you guys are doing well. I have come with a new story , please give it a chance. soooo, if you guys are up for it lets join the journey of two souls unwinding new and some really unexpected might be fated or forced things happening in their journey of something, something that could lead to a beautiful thing or a total disaster so if you want to know what or how please join me. Your friend, Aera ❤️

Poetry of Human Emotions : Despair , trauma , sadness , depression , some happiness , and pure ugliness.

For 18 years Valarie Henderson has craved to know what happiness felt like, she's craved for joy to fill her heart, and for the past 18 years she has been disappointed, she has constantly been drowned in sorrow, one tragedy to another, series of tears and pain, she's been wounded and hurt beyond count it's almost like she's a living hell herself. Would Valerie be able to heal?

Ciel x OC

A representation of a chaotic mind suffocating in anxiety and dark thoughts.

This is a poem i wrote about the Armenian Genocide which lasted from April 24 1915-1917.