A Poem For The SufferingTomorrow will come. It's not the end. The blank pages remain unwritten. Don't you just love and adore the feeling of empty emptiness? The usher storm no longer being able to cover up your once sunshine sky? Your scars have deepened, no longer developing the name "cuts".More Like This
There's a new road. A new path,please walk with me and escape the old one. That way it can no longer strangle your thoughts and hope. I'm here,standing in the start line. Will you take my hand?
My story of being bulliedMy story of being bulliedMore Like This
Well . . . I decided at yes 3:01 in the morning that I would kind-a vent.
So im going to tell you one of the moments I think affected me.
What started my “mask”
The making of my first layer if you will.
I was in kinder garden: I didn’t have any friends . . . not one.
I remember one of the boy’s in particular didn’t like me very much -or at all for that fact-
. . .
Well, in the middle of the school year I remember he started to be mean to me.
This was a little surprising to me; he didn’t like me -not that anyone did-But he just sent me glares from afar and hated me from di
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Crap, you were back in the future, with Lutz and Felix. How the hell where you going to explain this?!
"WHAT IS DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?" Felix squealed, jumping of the bed, he picked up your laptop.
"Nothing! Put it down!" you hissed, looking towards the door.
You heard footsteps, "Is everything okay?"
"Yup, uh, Iggy just threw up." The little cat glared, from his spot on your dresser. You had thought that he had gone missing half way though the year in WWII Germany. Apaerently he had just been sent back before you.