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Wanting to leave, but knowing you can't, might just be one of the worst feelings in the whole of the universe. Not that I have much experience with a..
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Talking is all they ever doTo listen is to hearThe trees and their leavesTalking, talkingTime after timeThey think I don’t knowTheir tiny little..
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When I wake up, the sun hasn’t yet risen, though it isn’t terribly dark either. As I stand and step outside, the wet grass tickles my bare..
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Here lies a woman who...Tried to be kind to everyone she metShe strived to live without feeling upsetBut who can know joy without any sorrow?She thoug..
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A poem of hopelessness
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This poem is about anorexia. I have never struggled with it exactly but I know what it is like to feel extremely fat and awful about your weight.
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Yes, I know you're here
Please
Stay
Don't leave again
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I could hear the sirens wailing off in the distance. They were headed to 87th and Emery, no doubt, near that new bar on the corner. There were plenty..
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In Ashley's Perspective
What did she think she was doing, leaving me like this? Is this what I deserve? Maybe she wasn't thinking about me. She proba..
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"The scars will never go away," I tell her. She doesn't listen. "What if you cut too deep?" She doesn't respond. She just sits there, crying.
Flas..
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