I sit alone at night and sing...well, not completely alone.
A/N: Sorry I didn't post recently :3, I've been super duper sick and there were things to do so yeah...but I'll start writing again soon:) and go easy on this one 'cause I was never good in poems;):3^-^
This is one of the few things I've submitted to Creepypasta(can't wait to know if it'll be accepted or sent on the Crappypasta website!).
It's not completely serious. I've written it with the style of crappypastas that I've read other the years, and also a bit using cliches I usually…
This is about a person who lives in a hell where they are unable to speak up about how they feel inside about the clearly messed up situations goin on around them. It's about how it affects that person to have to sit back and watch all this happen.
So My husband Has recently joined the Army on april 3rd he left for Basic training. So far I don't have contact with him. Probably not until AIT. I know it's only 7 months lol. He and I have not ever been apart. We've been together since I was 14.…
This is just a recount of my many excursions in the New York jungle solo. Excuse my grammar, im a terrible writer. Just thought i could get this out of my mind and into vision. I'd love if you could edit for me.
I have suffered from Fibromyalgia for 10 years. Like any long term illness, it can be a very lonely and isolating experience. I wrote this one day when I was feeling rather sorry for myself. Cue the violins!