shaeleigh : Writing

sleep patterns

sleep patterns

A Story by shaeleigh


Not quite a story. More of a diary entry. I guess I just want to know if anyone else understands how it feels to exist like this. Trigger warning for ..
The Summer I Hoped

The Summer I Hoped

A Poem by shaeleigh


As we die, are we not to look back at childhood ever so fondly?
1:24 P.M.

1:24 P.M.

A Poem by shaeleigh


Daughters and fathers share one trait, a hatred for the mother.
Gnats

Gnats

A Poem by shaeleigh


Seasons, teen girl depression, all such goodies.
Fruit & I

Fruit & I

A Poem by shaeleigh


Don't we all yearn to be loved?