Roses

Roses, beautiful, deadly roses. They do not look as though they could harm, but they do. Grip it the wrong way and jirk back in suprise as thin streams of blood trickle down your arm. I stare at the rose that resembles the shade of my blood so perfictaly, so beautifully against it’s petals.

follow up of my recent shit that so many people took interest in

Oh shit, help me. I’m so thankful for all of your replies to my article about a PART of my fucked up life, but in answer to your suggestions, i can’t do home schooling cuz my mom doesn’t know about all this and she’d be heartbroken as i’ve only been at my new school since… Continue reading follow up of my recent shit that so many people took interest in