I am someone who is alone
Someone who has nothing
Someone with nothing to gain
Someone who has no one
Someone who wants another
Someone who wants another to be with them
Someone who needs another to be with me
Someone who can find no one
Someone who won't want to find me
For those who are thinking about cutting or committing suicide in anyway, stop and read this.
Don't end yourself. This isn't the way to go. You have a life. You have people who care. Even if they don't seem like they care, they do. If your down so much, talk to someone. Suicide is not the answer to anything. Ever. There are ways you can get through this. Death is not a way. It just brings more grief to those around you. If it's depression, talk to someone. If it's bullies, Fight back or ignore them. They hide behind a fist. They hide because they are cowards. Trying to say they're tougher than anyone. Real strength isn't pushing someone down.
Nonsense free verse poem/rap by fantasylover100, literature
Literature
Nonsense free verse poem/rap
Yoooooo, in the morning light, it's such a sight, so wonderful day and night, to the setting sun oh so bright, Turing to the dead of night, in a chilling fright, look left and right, in your sights to see the zombie blight, run for the cliff afraid of hights, jump tonight, back to life, see the grey, not black and white, from the rising, to the dead of night.
Ain't it great? A broken grate, full of grapes, 10/10 people rate, what a blank slate, on a date? You're too late! My friend nate's got the plate (how ya doin' mate?), for fuck's sake, where's my skate? In the oven, baked in the cake? Time to make, the lethal rake, take a dip in the pai
Alexander Keir Taylor. The amateur writer, son, brother.
Also an asshole, a creeper, a pervert, a hypocrite, a liar at times, a lazy, ungrateful, undereducated, egotistical, short tempered, crazy sack of shit!
Maybe instead of just sitting around all day, brooding over the world and looking up stupid shit about the games, you should try to find a god damn job!
Exactly how many times haven't you followed your own rules at time? How many times have you told your sister one thing and said the other? How many times? How many?!
You should've taken more time into doing your homework instead of games or other bullshit, maybe then you'd be much mo
Posted my first story on here... I have a feeling I should have done a prologue.. Just exempted it. But if you would like to see it. Sure I'll post it.
Celene:
It was an almost cloudless day in Biona. The streets were filled with people rummaging about preparing for the annual Gala, or so it seemed from my balcony.
I heaved a deep breath, one I am sure didn't come from exhaustion. Another month of seeing the limelight. Another month of pretence. Then let it out.
Though the seeming cloudless sky, the atmosphere plays a rather cool role as it sweeps my jet black hair away from my face and settles it behind my ears. I quickly use my hands to straighten the strands of hair. There shouldn't be any hair out of place, I just dyed it. I had promised dad, I wouldn't dye it any longer, but I couldn