Running. The steady beat of my feet against the pavement can barely be heard over my sobs. I can't breath. I have to keep going. I'm lost. I turn a co..
On a Saturday nightWith a big kitchen knifeA young boy of fifteenTakes his own life.The news shocked us allHis teachers and friendsIt's hard to proces..
Every day is a new fightI fight because I have toI've been fighting for longer than I can rememberI sometimes forget what I'm fighting forBut that won..
She used to be confidentShe had a lot of friendsShe laughed and smiledUntil I killed her.I killed her the day I picked up that razorThe sting of the b..