"You won't ever leave me right?", she asked, scared. She was scared that her last string of happiness might fade away, if she did not hold on to him tighter. "No I won't," whispered he, "I could never, you are my world bub, how could I ever ?" "You promise?" "I promise." But promises are meant to be broken right? or maybe not?

"Why can't you just tell me what's wrong" he whispered, getting quieter than before and cupped my face in his hands. With every passing day we grow closer and closer. I feel like I'm leading him on but how could I just tell him? It's not that simple to just share my secret. I can't. Not to him, not to anyone. ** Bianca, the quietest girl in the class yet probably the nicest. The most afraid yet the most brave. The girl that is continuously served with things, that she could never in a million years deserve. Cameron, in her eyes, he's the most amazing guy ever. Cute smile, a freckled face and dimples, he had everything that she'd want in a guy. Of course that's just because it was he who had those qualities in the first place. He's been her only crush for quite some time, but he hasn't ever shown the slightest interest in her until now. When she was being continuously punched on the ground, he'd just stood there with his so-called girlfriend; laughing, because he had a 'reputation to uphold'. It didn't matter though, because she loved it when he laughed. Now they are chosen to work on a project together, in the process he learns more about her and becomes somewhat attracted to her. Could the last person on this earth you'd ever expect to, ironically fall deeply in love with Bianca? What's going to happen if he finds out about her big secret? And his supposed girlfriend? Maybe, just maybe he can become the cure that she's always needed.

He was an ordinary student... with only several problems. He had a normal life... until "it" happened. He doesn't know how to cope... so he writes it all down in journals. Hidden in his room. What'll you find? Will you find his smile? Or his happiness? No. It's something else. Something much more.

deep down everyone has secrets , deep down everyone is in pain. some people are just better at hiding it or feel like pain is okay. a girl who seems happy and a guy who can read her like a book pass ways just In this book. tears and joy ,cries and hugs. everything will be okay if she just would have one good luck. But that's not what she cared about, all she wanted was to run away from home, but that grip of her father won't leave her alone . Will he save her fast enough? Or will he help alone not be enough ? - - - " where were you? " " w-what? " " i walked past your class, I was going to walk you to lunch, I wanted t- uhm but you weren't there." " uh I left earlier because I needed to go to the bathroom." " no, I had free period I was waiting on you there the whole time. " Disclaimers 🛑 This isn't a fantasy book This is my first book so I am not the greatest Warnings ⚠️ ⚠️ selfharm, suicide, rape, abuse, death, child loss

Arthur felt hazy, like his mind was somewhere else. His arms felt weightless, he felt like he was underwater... Wait, was he underwater?

I know you cry with silent tears, I know you lock yourself up so as not to make anyone feel bad, I know that you hide your demons under a smile, And you go through life terrified by what your mind treads And it tears your heart. But don't drown in you, Take out your tears Without Fear. The people who really love you It won't sink in your stormy sea And it won't let you sink, either And maybe I can't save you, But swim with you, And it's always goof to have someone to swim with. So please... Stay

"Why did you do it?" he asked. "What are you talking about" I replied nervously I knew what he was talking about. I just had hope that it would've been something else. "The lie" he replied calmly while me on the other hand was shaking. I was nervous, guilty and I felt like crying. "I umm don't know" I murmur I honestly didn't know I closed my eyes hoping, praying that when I opened them this will all be a nightmare...

"I don't have terrible problems, and I know my life isn't bad like other people's", I added. "But it's as if I'm half and half", I shrugged. "Half satisfied, half disappointed, half happy, half sad". "I know it's silly though", I corrected myself while sitting up and shaking my head. "I know I don't have the right to say I feel-". "You don't have to be miserable to have depression", Matthew cut in while looking into the horizon. "You don't have to be poor, or unloved, or even bullied to feel like you're losing all hope", he added. Looking right ahead, he placed his hand on the water and threw some ahead, creating a 'splash' sound that interrupted our quietness. "You don't need water to feel like you're drowning", he pointed while looking at me with an intense look, as if begging me to understand and take my words back. "Never apologize for your feelings", he continued while moving a bit closer to me. "They are there for a reason".

Poetry is a way of expressing our most dark, twisted, confusing emotions that we feel no one understands. You are not alone in how you feel or what you are going through. These poems are written to help people realize that and feel less alone. WARNING: Some poems may be triggering

please don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angry poems. It's an outlet. A way to be heard. Not genius; only jumbled messes of the multitude of my thoughts fighting their way out of my brain. There's so much I want to say, but not enough time to say it. Here are my attempts.