Razors Stories

This is about me. My life. Who I am. Who I wish I was. What I wish I could change. Everything. These are Poems of the ordinary emo kid.

When Ryu Hayabusa is attacked by the spider clan and learns of their true intentions, He, Kasumi, Ayane and Hayate set out on a mission to stop the reincarnated Spider clan Queen from bringing the world into total destruction. The fate of the world rests in their hands......

Amanda Todd, Charlotte Cambridge and others. A poetic description of victims who were & are being bullied. Explaining (Or trying) what they were going through. *Please know that these poems are based on real victims of bullying. Show some respect. Thank you.

Sad storys cause you know.. Sad is sometimes cool.

A poem about depression

When a teenage girl is faced with decisions she chose cutting this is the journey of Grace

***WARNING*** This book contains poems of a very dark and emotional nature! If you or anybody you know suffers from depression, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, or any other signs of mental illness or life threatening symptoms PLEASE FOR THE SAKE OF YOURSELF AND OTHERS get help from someone you can trust!! I most certainly am here for anybody who needs to vent or find support. These are poems (old and new) from my experience and personal struggle with many emotional and terrible things including the monster we know as depression. These poems are by no way meant to influence anybody in any way - they are simply my coping mechanism. I am sorry my cover sucks right now - I'm trying to edit it.

my feelings..........

Bloody Jack.

"Stop" I shouted, "You are hurting me" But they did not listen, they are too ignorant to listen to others, They grabbed more sticks and rocks from the ground and started to smash them at my head, I was crying in pain and begging them to stop. But no one listens to me. Everyone thinks I'm a push over. They all think I try to be cool like them but I don't, I would walk around the school minding my own business and they would look at me, their eyes could pierce veins in your hand. They would whisper to each other about me, Some put their feet out to make me fall over whereas some spat on me. Not having any self as-teem made things worse

One cut. Two cuts. Three cuts. Four. Hurt me again, I'll make one more.