She sat alone on her newly tiled modern bathroom floor. The cold tiles making her body shiver. Her tries making many, many marks and stains on her clothing. She had just went out yesterday and bought the already stained clothes. Maybe she wanted to stop. Stop eating. Stop breathing. But we don’t know. Then . . . There was an orchestra of sounds, windows opening and glass shattering, doors slamming...

“They call me… A psychopath, A to-be murderer, A person who shouldn’t be living life like _normal _people.

Mais c’est la vie. C’est mon vie.

**“BUT IT DOESN’T HAVE TO BE!!” ** Blah, blah, blah. I’m sorry for you actually wait.. No, I’m not. I’m sorry that you thought I wasn’t.

Because while you were playing a silly game some call life, I was.. Destroying mine. I mean it was only a matter of tim...

How does one accept this? How can one accept the heart of someone? Yet I’m left here with another body and their beautiful beating heart. All to myself. Some call me a psychopath, others a masquerade murderer. I’m not what they think of me. Every time I see their heart slow to a stop and their breath drop I regret it but it’s needed in my life. “You’re getting sloppy, 5-1-10.” He said. My real...

You know that was a lie. I lied when I said “Not directed at anyone!” In a different poem.

Because I wrote that poem thinking about you. I know you don’t like liars. But what can I do?

When I don’t want you knowing how much you make me smile. How my friends see my smile because I’m always thinking about you. How I just wish I was online 25/7 even when I’m looking at your life file.

Talking to...

I hate you. I HATE _YOU _SO MUCH! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!! I hate that you can toy with my feelings. I hate that I can’t focus on my work. I hate how I can’t write without you coming to mind. I hate it. I hate when someone makes a joke, I think of you. I hate that whenever I talk to someone, I can’t just talk about you. I hate when I’m happy, I can’t share my happiness with you. I...

_ Headphones 03/27/24 **** _****“You left me on the cold Friday night in Canadian Winter.” ** “But you left me.”** ** “So what could I do?” ** ** “I wined up in the office wanting for you, after all I was a ** ** gift.”** ** “The thing you prized above all else because I helped you.”** ** “I helped you escape from reality.”** ** “I carved that path for you ****_...

_ Earlier 03/26/24 _** “You didn’t know did you?”** ** “You didn’t know I’d be like this ** ** did you?”** ** “You didn’t think I would grow up did** ** you?”** ** “You didn’t think I would cry on my ** ** birthday did you?”** ** “You didn’t think I could ** ** change so much did you?”** ** “You didn’t think I would cut my** ** hair did you?”** ** “You didn’t stop to think when ** **...

I’ve been struggling with this one specific concept for a while now. And well… I wish I knew how. How you make me question my biggest morals and principles. How when I hear your voice my heart beats faster. I wish to know if it’s really true or just a time of matter. And there is the other concept. If it really exists then I met you 1 month and 12 days ago. But if it doesn’t then I’ll never meet y...

“I’m telling you, Veva, everything froze last night! It did!” I said to her as we walked through the corridors of the school. “And I’m telling you this as your best friend, you should see someone about that.”Veva said, I scoffed at her remark. “Just saying you shouldn’t believe everything you think you see, it could’ve been all a dream anyways.”Veva shrugged as we continued walking. We continued t...

To the one who I hope will survive the end times while I don’t. Even though she couldn’t last a day.

Some say, only lovebirds find each other in Apocalypse. I don’t think it’s true. the apocalypse says you don’t know who will survive or who will die could be you wondering in the Apocalypse the end times as well. But at least one of us made it out maybe will I have some closure to my life. Knowi...