I sit on the top of a green hill,shrouded in the sunlight.A place of peace and tranquility,for those of the soundest minds.But my mind is anything but..
The screaming child squirms in it's bassinet,Howling in agony, painfully passionate.His mother leans over him sobbing,watching his tiny frame bobbingu..
Adults laugh at us with our phones up in the air,the fake camera click noise our iPhones make.They think we do this because we're vain,because we just..
You sat across from me on my bed yesterday,looking straight into my eyes.We talked for hoursbut it only felt like a minute.You told me stories,the thi..
Many people like to tell me and others that suffer with depression and anxiety that we have nothing to be anxious or depressed about. That we have a ..
*The Black Cat is a short story written by Edgar Allan Poe in 1843. I recommend that read the original story before reading mine as it will provide kn..
I look in the mirror and see my beautiful long brown hair. Its thick bounciness cascading down my torso. My hazel eyes flutter with flecks of gold shi..