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I've noticed the more dark and eerie you get, the more likely people are to read your shit.. kinda concerning, but let's test this theory.
Its the first chapter with more to come. A twist of fate as these two very different lives colide read about Henry and Sebastian's first meeting here and now.
I wrote this poem in accordance to our school system and why we should work to make it better than what it is
Poetry | Updated May 7, 2014 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 8
And that's all we did, drink, kiss and stare at each other. We didn't talk at all, probably because there was nothing to be said. We just stood there enjoying each other's company. I never thought of myself as someone who would act the way I did then, especially with a stranger. But people...
Struggle to create the perfect self with too many medications ends up ruining the body
Not so poetic. Just a short ramble out of a sudden inspiration.
Two teens a boy named Ryu and a girl named Bell both try to commit suicide, but something odd happens instead that may make them rethink suicide.
That voice within..
I hate people who think anxiety and depression are just an act for attention.
Poetry | Updated Apr 29, 2013 | Reads: 26 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
What is a Dream? Read my opinion on dreams, and let me tell you what my dreams are always about. I hope this gets you thinking; What are your dreams? Do you have reoccurring dreams? I hope this gets you to think long and hard, is there a hidden message within your fantasies?
this is why i originally started cutting. my sister had gotten all the attention and i got none. my parents completely ignored me. looking back at the first time i cut myself, well i really regret it. i wrote this back in 2010. ps. my reason for cutting is no longer attention. its an escape.
Why should I believe any of you?
This poem I wrote a few months ago but it was for the wrong person and now I am dedicating this to my girlfriend Cheyenne I am posting this because I want to show you how I am good at writing poems and expressing my way into them. So here it is my poem to you Cheyenne. :)
By Maryellen Wagener
Little Boy walking through his home, poetry
Poetry | Updated Jan 3, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0