Nightmares haunt me .

Them .

Them .

Always there always watching .

Always there to watch my happiness.

But slip away when that turns to agony .

Cruel eyes and crueler hearts.

Them .

They don’t care about me .

Not my jagged scar .

Not my emotions .

They are evil.

Them .

Them .

————-

Now .

Now they - they will pay .

Now .

NOW

They will suffer .

I will never forgive.

Merciless as they were , I strik...

She has gorgeous red hair, crystal green eyes, and a thin smile. Hair never uneven, clothes always fitted; she knows just what to do. She knows just what to say.

As she smiles at those lesser than her, her body holds no malice, like she knows she’s better, yet I cannot find it in myself to hate her.

Teacher’s pet she is, but she was never dull, always alive. She spoke her mind; she did what was ri...

TW: a little grotesque so proceed with that in mind :)

What one might do to be one with someone forever is a taboo topic that most won’t be able to understand. The feeling when I’m with him—it’s an aching sensation I’ve never felt before. A hunger that I shall tell no one about, but his presence is always followed by this craving. To slice off his flesh, to hold him in my stained hands forever—...

Trigger warning! This writing has somewhat graphic depictions of self harm and suicide.

It’s not his name that matters. It’s not his name because it’s ever single other part of him that means so terribly much that I can’t seem to handle it. His sickly, honey sweet voice oozes in my head, a sugary sludge concoction of love and fear that’s being forced down my throat.

Get out.

He’s in there. I c...

Them.

I stare at him with blazing eyes

What was the jerk doing here

Him

Them.

2 years, infinite pains, regrets

I shake my head, I couldn't think about it

Him

Them…

I look at the little girl playing

The smell of fresh waffles

Him...

We seem to think the world is focused around us and them, like the universe is divided in to a stream of two collectives battling each other to find out who's right. Surely someone has to be right? Surely someone has to win?

Barney created this image in his head, the world was always against him. Like everything he did was always right and he was never wrong. It was always them who was wrong, no...

I had never detested a soul in my life, never until I met caroline. Caroline is perfect. She is smart and kind, she goes to church every Sunday and she sings along with the band. If she’s really feeling the music she sways side to side and claps to the beat. I know this because I as well go to church every Sunday, at the only church in Camden. I also sing along with the band, subtly trying to out ...

Samanther, let me tell you about good old Sammy. First of all she’s totally gorgeous, a blonde haired popular chick with no goals or aspirations, cuz she doesn’t have to have any! She get’s everything handed to her on a silver platter. Oh yeah if i forgot to mention, she’s mad rich so you can add spoilt brat to the list. Finally she’s of course the most popular girl in school. Some may argue popul...

Maybe he seems to have brown hair..

Or maybe black?

I could only wonder.

Maybe he has.. blue eyes? No. Brown. But no! What if they were green? Or grey?

I wouldnt mind..

I just want that hand to reach for me.

Those eyes to search for me and only me in a crowd.

If he really wants me, come and get me.

I just hope you last.

Maybe nobody told him how to be a real man.

Maybe someone did.

Maybe he only ...

And just like that my night instantly dampened.

In walked Cassie, someone I still grapple with the idea of ever calling a friend. She was bumbling her way into the bar, purposefully loud to attract attention. I could already hear her punctuating the end of every sentence with that witchy laugh. That awful, haunted, unholy sound.

I find it strange there was ever a time that we might’ve laughed in...