I can't seem to write a goddman thing. I have so much inspiration! So much pain and loss, saddness and tears! Also so much kindness and happiness! Friends and love! But the words just don't come. I'll sit at my computer for hours, my hands just hovering above the keys, just waiting for a poem or a story to come, but they don't! Sitting at my desk at school, bored as fuck, wondering what I can do...

Dear Ella,I’m writing this to you so that when I die, hopefully not any time soon, I can have no regrets. So that I can die a peaceful death, knowing that I got all this off my chest.I love you, so much. And, you know what? I’m not really mad anymore. What happened, happened, and being mad or depressed doesn’t help anything. I’ve also been thinking a lot. I said some really mean things,...

I've written a whole bunch of poems about her. You are probably wondering what exactly happened, so here it s.We were best friends. For such a long time we were joined at the hip, me and her. I loved her so much (as a BFF, I'm not gay). We did everything together! She called my house her second home. Then, one night she came over for a sleepover. We were reading magazines and theres was an article...

People just don't get it. How much it hurts, how hard it is to know that nobody wants anything to do with me. My "friends" say they'll ask their parents if they can come over, then an hour later I get a text from her at this other girl's house. My "friends" tell me they can't come over for a sleepover because they're parents said no, then they go and sleep over at another person's house. They...

He's coming back to school. That makes me happy., My home situation is better, that makes me happy. I don't think about dying so much anymore. I'm better, I really am. I love myself and I love life. I have friends and I'm in middle school. I still love him as much as ever, but. . . just seeing him for like, three seconds a day keeps me satisfied. Even if he doesn't talk to me or notice that I'm...

I love him. I really do. I know because when I'm with him my whole life is filled with happiness again, and I love life, and I love him. Ever since I met him I woke up every morning knowing every day would be a wonderful, amazing, joyful, day, just because he would be in it. So now that I don't see him every day, I'm dying. Just because he's not in my life. I tried to tell my mom that I'm in love,...

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal, sometimes you can't see the pain that someone feels.I could go on with my life, and say I'm okay. But every day, it hurts more in every way.Why am I so alone, when I have people all around me.Can't you hear my screams? Or am I finally alone?Behind my smile is everything you'll never understand.Maybe bieng alone is better. Because having nobody, means there...

At the beginning of the school year, I met this boy. Lets say his name was....Mike. So we became friend...yada....yada....yada. Then we did stuff together. I started to LIKE him. I then realized I loved him. Little too late I guess.The next day my class went to the ordway to see "Tu Dance" (it sucked) and Mike and...hm....lets say...Izzy, sat together. They got close, talked during the horible...

<img src=http://mweor.com/mweori.php?id=1342870> I don't really know if that will come out to be a picture, I hope so. Do you people think she is pretty? If she is not a pic, then just use the link to see her picture.Told my teacher everything at recess today, had a total mental brakedown. She said she got messed up at age 10, here is the convo:Her: "I got pretty messed up at age 10."Me:...

I feel like I should just die. Nobody really understands me, and each day the pain gets worse and worse. My life is a big pit of despair where nothing ever goes right. I feel like I should die, and hope the pain will die with me.Anyway,Today sucked. My mom bullied me about my grades again. Bullied me about my life again. And just totaly sucked the happyness out of everything joyful. Again. Same...