Yet another depressive blog written by me, before I climbed out of the dark hole I used to live in. Real posts. Kept because of the loving reviews- thanks, you guys are awesome! Thanks for all the help, seriously. :)

Drew Torres has watched from the sidelines for too long as his best friend, and girl of his dreams, Ryan Palmer is abused. Now she has spiraled into a dark depression, and he's almost lost her. Will he be enough to save her and drag her back from the brink of suicide or will he lose her for good? **Trigger Warning: Sensitive Content Relating to Abuse, Depression & Self-Mutilation*

That's what we are. We're insensitive the sobs and the sighs and the winds silent cries.

It's cold and biting. But, of course, it's not worth fighting.

There is a rose colored light. It's hiding. So butterfly, whether it rains or shines, flutter your way to the fragile sky lines.

Day 1 of poetry. "It's the perfect disguise, For a terrorized mind."

A collection of drabbles based on prompts.

Set ablaze, the wounds still sit. I think I'm dying, bit by bit. Please Review! Just something I wrote for a story on the fanfiction website, but I thought I'd use it here instead.

Well.. usually I don't write love poems, so this is just an attempt... at something...It's about guilty pleasures, or something...who knows?

I guess I had a little more angst than I thought I did! (For my friends- This has a lot of hidden references, but they're purely for writing purposes; not messages to anyone imparticular, so don't feel like I'm writing this about you!)

'Yes; it honestly is easier to write either when you're making me cry (for no fault of yours, let me assure you) or I'm really livid at you… or when I'm driven to creativity by this witch called Jealousy. '

What hitting backspace can lead to...

Something that means the world to me, I was lead to it while studying Eliot.

Pretty eyes fade to nothing.

This is a set of double-haikus; (If that is a thing); and it is not strict adherence to the laws of poetry; but it is the content that matters. This is a result of a self-examination and the world in front of me. It is the result of a self-scan. I care about people; sometimes too much. I wish I was Jesus... Please check out my page; I'm a writer who would love to be heard.

Just a little fun rhyme I wrote when I sat outside at midnight without my parents knowing I was awake! :D

It's impossible to save them all...

"I am a /Rosebud/Barely opened/Green husk around my red-gold petals/To keep me/Safe/From the cold, bitter breezes." People, as a part of nature, need certain things to grow. A variation on the traditional love poem.

They'll never understand.

A short poem about writing and inspiration.

Well there are several emotions here, desperation, anger, saddness, fear, anger, anger, anger. Yeahhh

I know the title sounds funny but it's not, sorry. this is another struggle piece.

it had a diffrent title but due to the rules and guidelines i changed it, anyway, this a a piece on struggles and inner war, things that often go unnoticed by everyone and that i deal with alone, i just decided to write about it and maybe not do it alone today. and maybe i was never alone in it to begin with.

what no one knows is, the power of Guns and Roses

nobody can make me shiver like you do.

he tells me that I have to love myself before I can love anybody else.

...and it’s those sometimes when I lie to protect you from me

my lips are slicked with black cola, the zero calorie kind, trying to starve away the hunger that roars in the cavernous hollow of my stomach