I'm 15 and love to write, writing is freedom, you can write almost anything. I wish for people to take part of my stories and poems, so why not put them here? And if you have a hard time, you can always talk to me. Follow me?
One week left until school start and summer vacation is over. I reliased I haven't done a single thing in the entire summer. No parties, no hanging out, nothing like that. Wow, my life is boring.
The 6- year old girl stepped out of the silver- coloured car. She wore an adorable white dress with flowers in different colours sewed on it.
The 7- year old boy played the violin like it was a monster he had to slay, but instead of blood there were tones. Beautiful tones indeed, but there was something dark behind them.
Sometimes everything can feel worthless, like you're a lesser being and doesn't belong in this world. And you may even think about ending it all.
The 8- year old girl were sitting in her cotton dress on a chair in her little room. The dress was quite long, going to her knees when sitting. She stared at her hands. White and soft as silk.
The boy sat on the floor in his bedroom, it was dark and gloomy, and clothes and other things were on the floor. He was but 11, but sitting with a dozen small white pills in his hand.
Alex was sitting alone on the schoolyard, listening to music.
This is but the first chapter of the story I have the wish to publish for you. It is not certain it will continue, if no reads it I can't see the point. If people do read it, I'll continue the story.
People do so much stereotyping and judging of people they don't know, or people they think they know.
Emptiness is so peaceful, you're away from all the evil, you can think without having to worry. Silence and no worries. I like it, but know I have to go back soon.
Never thought it possible, but here I stand, at the brink of the world, staring out at nothingness. The things I've done, the things I dreamed and wished, are but a thing from the past.