Murderous intentions, feelings of blinding hate. The scars on my arms, prove my fragile mental state. This mental attacks, I cant take much longer, what doesn’t kill us doesn’t make us stronger. These people have problems. The ones that think they’re better. They need a reality check. They need to read this letter. Making people… Continue reading Reality Check
Brianna sat with her wavy black hair and piercing hazel eyes, on the rock cliff overlooking the stormy ocean. Brianna with her heart of sorrow, her name meaning raven. Dressed in a white robe, she looked like a trailing wisp of ocean mist.
Beautiful flame, flickering, Mezmerizing. Touch it and be singed. But, a lesson learned therein;