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By Cara Greenwood
Think before you speak.
If you've lived a hard life, and you've seen it all, you'd understand why Shaine is the way she is. Facing trauma, and robbed of her innocent mind at a young age. Relying on strangers her entire life, and then coming to the realization she is a stranger to herself. Scared and lost, she is thrown...
A girl lost in life
Poetry | Updated May 8, 2013 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Three cheers for letting go
Synopsis of the story: Andy is a teenager with a problem, one of drugs and alcohol. He becomes uncooperative within his family household and runs away from home. Now Andy experiences the perils from the safety and security of his family, as drug dealers and killers were part of his new world....
Feeling that you just can't be you, that you have to be someone else to find happiness.
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
These feelings and thoughts have gone unnoticed for too long.
By Sally R
This is a poem I have written, having recently found out that my brother is gay. We have always been very close, and it hurts me to think that he couldn't tell me for so long, being scared of what people would think. So here is what I think...
Poetry | Updated Aug 21, 2012 | Reads: 24 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Taken from a chapter in my own life (and slightly altered) a friend reveals their sexual orientation.
Exactly who I was, and partly still am.
By Chelsea Finch
what i do most of the time when i think of my best friend.
this poem is about how in the past of how i cut myself and how my soul was just drowning in evil and how ashamed ive felt..please feel free to read, like and even comment .
this is about how i have two faces..and i take one off and ive realized other ppl also have two faces
Poetry | Updated May 7, 2012 | Reads: 13 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
missing you baby always and forever in my heart
Do you know what it is like to know there is no one?
To know that even the people you would kill for, to die for, would never do the same?
To be alone in a crowded room?
To be so sure that the only certainty is that everyone will leave, or never come at all?