Sinisterthoughts Stories

> "Some minds heal through poetry- mine unravels through it." This isn't just a diary. It's a series of confessions written in bleeding ink-thoughts too loud for silence, too dangerous for speech. Inside this collection are the whispers of a twisted mind: Obsessive love. Control disguised as care. Power dressed in charm. And the kind of pain that doesn't scream-it watches. Each entry will make you question: Are you reading the thoughts of a villain? Or are they your own, simply buried deeper than you'd like to admit? Read at your own risk. This diary knows how to follow you.

Hie she says,he smiles and waves back, this is his mask,calm cool and collected with a friendly smile a boy enjoying life you would presume This first impression however is far from the truth,.day in day out he silently wages an internal war against the demons that he has befriended,demons on a quest to engulf his soul, although the mask has cracks he wears well and since people don't read between the lines no one bothers to investigate the cracks... The sad reality of his life although he is surrounded by people of daily he feels alone, he struggles to find his reason for existance Why he is alive remains a mystery Social butterfly you would think, he seeks the company of people so as to avoid the demons he fights on daily