The Classroom

Reads 6
Votes 1
Parts 2
Time 6m

Reads 6
Votes 1
Parts 2
Time 6m

abandoned horror-thriller places school teen

I reluctantly opened the note and read, the feeling of i had, of total sadness, distraught and loneliness, it all finally made senseAll Rights Reserved

abandoned horror-thriller places school teen

Table of contents

2 parts

Content Guidelines

You may also like

These poems here are like my poem diary. (If that makes sense)

I wanted to write down exactly how I felt but somehow the paper stayed empty and I could not have described it any better.

There was no escape from this sharp pain that I felt. No one understands me. I love you why don't you understand me. I'm hurting on the inside. I don't like this pain. Why did it have to be you, please someone just love me! ♫It hurts so much, please save me♫ Status: Complete ✔︎ By: Jenny (account owner) (Warning there are eating disorders in here so please beware and if you aren't comfortable with that then please don't read)

hurt emotionally and physically, how can maya ever recover.

| 𝔸 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 | 𝓕•𝓜 by Nia3Dreammer

" Im a man of science, but I have no idea how to explain the way I feel about you"- Farkle Minkus

My Past and Future by alexisrayethetford_

i am completely alone No one can see the hurt They dont know the feeling they have caused

It was cold and dark. I had to find shelter. I saw an abandoned restaurant and thought that that'd be a nice place to wait out the storm at. Little did I know that I wouldn't be allowed to leave. Ever.

❝ i'm chasing roller coasters. i've got to have you closer now. endless romantic stories; you never could control me. ❞ © httpriarkle | 2017 rewritten. | hit 50K on 11/27/16. [DISCONTINUED]

I opened the door to the school I could see so many things, floating students, students that had transformed into their friends or animals, people who could pick up things with their mind, and so many things. I felt like I was home. Home...

The bad boy's weakness {Joshaya} by Louistommothebae

When he looks at me, something ignites. It's like there gasoline in my veins, and he is a spark that just sets me on fire. It's painful thought. He lights me up, and I feel so alive, but I'm still burning. I have burns on my skin and in my lungs and all around me, because I never put the fire out. I just let him watch me burn, and I love it.

My Feeling Poems

These poems here are like my poem diary. (If that makes sense)

More details