The wolf wanders alone

He is rebuked by even hill and stone

Born to settle in no home

But to endlessly roam

With shadows leading the way

And Death stalking the one who pays

A trail of blood dogs his path

The stench of decay in the aftermath

Beware if you hear him sound

The ancient call all around

He warns sweet moon to turn her face

From Despair and Death’s cold embrace

The herald ...

If I wasn’t ok,

Would you want to know?

If the pain was too much

And I couldn’t let go,

Would you want me to tell you

And not let it grow?

If the darkness looked endless

And I hadn’t a hope,

Would you want me to wave

Before I go?

Questions run through my mind

But what repeats time after time,

Can you tell I’m lying

Each time I say I’m fine?...

I was a girl, once

And in that time I noticed

That boys are told

To treat girls like princesses

Or even Queens

But the problem was

You can’t treat a princess

Like a queen

And you can’t treat a queen

Like a princess

Princesses need to be protected

They are at sometimes

Sweet and kind

But at others

Needy and demanding

They need reassurance

And gentle love

Queens want to be protected

Thou...

I wrote four messages

Each true to a point that hurt

A confession and cry for help

Each to someone I loved

I wrote four messages

They were how I really felt

A turning point where it started getting better

Each to someone who could help

Each of these people were my friends

They had trusted me

They had counted on me

So surely it was my turn?

But I wrote four messages

And I deleted each one

B...

Fly little birds,

As I set you free

First the second then the third,

Escape to the trees

But I wonder if you heard,

My heart speak

As I watched you fly,

Fly away from me...

An influencer is asking girls who was the first guy who told her she was pretty.

Most say and ex, or even a little kid.

But then, he stops the last girl.

He’s heard the same answers over and over

And doesn’t expect anything different

At first, he’s right

“Does my dad count?” She asks shyly

“No, someone else,”

“Oh”

“Well”

“I don’t know if anyone has ever told me that”

He ...

“Sticks and stones may break my bones,

But words will never hurt me.”

Huh.

Well,

Sticks and stones have never broken my bones

But words, how they have hurt me

They cut deep into my heart

Sharper than any knife

But more hurtful still

Are words that hide

They stay on the top of your tounge

But I can see them

In your eyes they scream at me

And let me tell you

That hurts

Mor...

They heard crying from the closet

What could it be?

They opened the door

Expecting to see a stranger

A new face in need of help

What they saw instead was a dear friend

The friend that had held each of them

But never asked for anything in return

Her fingers dripped blood

As the knife clattered to the ground

She had always been so strong

How could she have been

Hurting this bad

They rushed ar...

It hurts so much

My heart trying to feel

But the timing is wrong

Im to busy to break down

I feel it coming

I feel my mask beginning to slip

I excuse myself to the bathroom

And give myself one minute to hurt

And then I get up

I fix my face

Like nothing happened

Because if the goofy, quiet, Im fine friend breaks

Would they even recognize the real me?...

I don’t want to die

Not because I want to live

But because I know

How much easier it would be to follow me

For those I know are already struggling

But some nights I wonder

Would they even notice

If one day I wasn’t there

Would they cry?

Would anything change at all?

But even if I wasn’t there still invisible

I can’t take the chance

That one might follow me

That I would hurt som...