A story I made when I was 12, its dumb if your here don’t read it I already got the veiw.

Just one of those days…

Strange to think how I feel no one can ever see me but it’s like I have a target painted on my back… just follow the knives. The Indivisible Invisible… the mess inside this shell that everyone tends to ignore; am I really keeping it together?

Someone suffering from the repercussions of a negative attitude and rude demeanor.

So, I haven’t really thought up a title for this. But this basically just describes how I’ve been feeling lately. I just wanted some opinions on it. Good/bad? Here goes..

A poem about feeling closed off or kept in a certain place against your will.

All it takes to save a person is to let them know they exist.

I am dust…

We should have seen the signs.

It is important to show true love and affection to make sure to fuel and strengthen the relationships.