100 Reasons to Stay Alive1. A hug.2. An “I love you”.3. A funny tumblr post.4. A message, “I miss you”.5. A pat on the shoulder.6. Walking past the compass and knowing I am clean.7. The funny doodle I did during English.8. A piece of music that reminds me of the fateful day last November.9. Inside jokes.10. Wrestling my friend until we are covered in bruises then laughing and hugging.11. Eating lunch that is covered in sawdust.12. Seeing the teacher give me the look then totally ignoring what I'm doing.13. Playing the “bogies” game, but dirtier.14. A quick snog between classes.15. Stealing his glasses then seeing him moan.16. Giving them back and him punching me playfully.17. Seeing the picture we drew together before leaving.18. Walking past the house and recalling everything all at once.19. That feels moment when a ship becomes canon.20. Dan and Phil.21. The moment when both of us want something yet neither wants to initiate it and we look at each other
DemonsI slit their skin, bleeding out,pull their hair, scream and shout.I try to swallow the bitter death,to bring the end, to breathe last breath.But despite all of the sorrowful crying,my demons haven't even begun dying.I punch and hit, trying to break,create a release for my sanity's sake.Screaming and raging, all alone,I sink to the floor and begin to moan.Now I would still just be lyingif I told you my demons were close to dying.I crumple more, spirit crushing,my soul destroyed and my pores bleeding.My demons leak out, dripping red,the colour spinning and whirling my head.Now, at last my demons have are gonebut they've taken me with them...So endeth my song.
Love HerLove a girl who writes;go beneath the words you're seeing.Pick apart the outer shelland find her true inner being.Kiss her ink-stained fingersand gaze deep within her eyes,ignore the characters she's created,and just be mesmerized.Love everything she's been,who she was, is and will be,fix the torn pages of her book andheal the scars on her body.Lastly, play your part asthe hero of her book.Always be her savior andalways be her hook.
HeartMissing: half a heart. Slightly broken.
Welcome to High SchoolI couldn’t resist facepalming that day.“I didn’t know dinosaurs were real!” the monkey exclaimed. “I always thought they were a myth!”I sighed. If these things didn’t happen every day, I’m fairly sure it wouldn’t have bothered me so much. I calmly explained how they were, in fact, real and you can see their bones in museums all over the globe. Her eyes unclouded and she laughed, realising this new truth for the first time in her life. Glancing around, I saw her friends join her, all laughing in a collective, like dizzying hyenas, as I methodically packed my already over-stuffed rucksack with everything I needed to take away from my science lesson.Alone, I slinked into the over-crowded corridor, being shoved this way and that by the gorillas going about their own way. They cackled and grunted as I elbowed my way through, not particularly caring where the blows landed. They’re impervious to me anyway.I’m
Six Word Story: For rentFor rent: Remote cabin, stained floorboards.
Unreliable NarratorSherlock Holmes stories?They were doctored.
Under the BedDear Monster,Dust Bunnies miss you!
Empty"Shouldn't I feel something?" she wondered
WhispersHer secret diedon his lips.
Lost in Translation "I see." Said the blind man.
Be your own best friendDear person in the mirror,Smile.
''Let's do it.''
Reluctant TruthIt wasn't love, it was chemicals.
Dead HeroesWe have not died in vain.
MortalityClock's hands are at my throat.
If OnlyA young woman, too young to be exposed to the pain she had found so recently, sat at her Father's bedside. Inside her warm, soft hands, she held the calloused and motionless hands of the man she loved. The heart-monitor made a slow and steady rhythm; a sign of either hope or loss. She turned her head away from the closed eyes of her Father, and swept her eyes over the snow-covered trees outside the small window of the hospital room. She found herself praying, though she did not know to whom, that somehow this would not be the last image of her Father. Her mind fell prisoner to her memories, as she wished she could be as strong as he had always been for her.The snow reminded her of their snowball fights in winter, how they planned childish assaults against each other and used the snow-covered hedges for defence. She felt herself giggle as she remembered catching him completely unaware with a huge snowball she had made. His laughter was always so hearty and pure, and that day had produc
...you ask me, and i say...i.you ask me how i feeland i say,"fine."you don't hear it in my tone,but what i really mean is,"terrible."i don't tell youthat my skin is sagging from my bonesandmy heart skips two beats at a timeandmy lungs are wracked with painbecause i'm holding back.i don't tell youthat when i wake up in the mornings,it feels as if my dreams are drowning meand all i want to dois fall asleep peacefully for once.ii.you ask me what i'm thinkingand i say,"nothing."you don't see it in my gaze,but what i really mean is,"everything that matters."i don't tell youthat my mind is a tornadospanning the distancebetween lifeand fateand deathand the loss of future hopes.i don't tell youthat my silence should be listened tobecause i'm screaming on the insideabout shattered family photographsandnightmares of failing you.and all i want to dois stick you in my every heartbeat,but i'm afraid you'll suffocate.and even more...i'm afraid you'll
Strange is my 'Normal'"You are strange."Your point is...?
No need to rush..."Tea time, gentlemen.""...and the body?"
To My Almost-ChildSorry you never had a name.
InnocenceHow to lose innocence: Add Alcohol.
HeartbreakI woke up and died again.
Coming HomeMummy? When is Daddy coming home?