Historias de Thisistherealme

don't tell them; they won't understand. all the things i can't say out loud.

Wrapped in Darkness,Drownded in tear i hand you my life, my opinion, my very soul. But do not share my sinnful thought for a monster only seeks when found.

This is the real me, I'm done being small. I'm done being quiet about smething that is serious and that I could tell the world how I felt and how everything isn't perfect. Dear World, this is the real me.

This is my second story for the Love Simon contest and no you don't have to read the first one to understand this. I hope you enjoy!

If you've seen me on Inkitt, hi. I'm back. This is my book of poems, but, as the title says, a new beginning. Follow my story through the poems I write.

I am just a teenage girl. I am just another student at another school. I am just another person to laugh and cry. I am just a waste of space. I am just me And that is all. This is just another book wrote by another person, calling for help.

The story of my life