To the rest of you, this entire thing means nothing. To one person who I shall not name, this is my chance to say that I'm truly sorry. I've known you for a few years, and I've done things that I'm not proud of. To start off, you're one of my closest friends, and one of the very few I can completely trust. When everyone else abandoned me, you were still there to comfort me, like you've always...

This is nothing but a desperate attempt for me to get more readers and comments at the same time. If any of you reading this like my work, go ahead and tell me how it could be better or why you liked it. I put up at least two new poems each week usually, and the story I'm writing is being edited while I'm writing a new one. I hope some people decide to check out my stories or poems some time. For...

I don't want to be here. Death is everywhere around me. The ones I loved the most, all dead. There's nothing I can do about it either. My will is gone. Everything to me is nothing anymore. I just have no feelings. I hate this life. I don't deserve to be living while they all die. If it was me that died, would they all be spared? It might be worth it to just try at least. I don't care if I'm at...