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What has become of me? A question I'm sure most teens ask themselves...but when I ask myself it...it means so much more.
Poetry | Updated Jan 12, 2012 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Third story in my gun series.
These stories happen all the time they just never want to be released to the public.
His name is Tate, his family is fucked up and he cuts. Nothing good in his life, especially school. One day he decides its time to give up on life. He walks into school one day and...
A story like this should never be told. A profoundly tender, passionate affection towards another person, this is the definition of love. How do you continue to function in a world when you have broken the number one law? When the one thing you allowed yourself to feel could be the one thing...
Dark and dreamy side of my poetry. The best so far, I think...
I don't think this deserves a summary. Just read and comment please.
Poetry | Updated Dec 5, 2011 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 8
When you're too scared to help someone, what do you do?
Poetry | Updated Nov 29, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2
By Anna Lunak
Read and find out, if you wish. DARK SUBJECT MATTER CONTAINED!
Poetry | Updated Nov 28, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
I wrote this a while ago, but haven't published it in case im judged... I'm learning not too care...
Poetry | Updated Nov 28, 2011 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
Quick free form. Not my best.
Poetry | Updated Nov 26, 2011 | Reads: 0 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Uhm, just something random that I came up with. ^-^
so this is just telling more about my addiction... dont read if you get disturbed by words easily.
this is about my past addiction. never ever do it... it ruins your life
Poetry | Updated Nov 2, 2011 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 7
Illia is an assassin. But after just once, she is unable to complete a job, she unearths something that she had thought buried in her past.
Armed with nothing but two daggers and her will, Illia must work with people she has no idea whether loyal to her, facing some of the most terrifying...
I wrote this after my friend Sammi died. I was depressive i must admit. I thought about cutting my wrist but i never did. I wrote this full of heaps of pain, about waht it would be like to take my life.
I have never inflicted harm on myself but this poem describes why i wanted to...
This is about cutting myself.