Fourteen years of age.Pressure of everything weighing me down.Sex. Drugs. School. Friends. Enemies.Where does it end?Or better yet, when does it end?Going through school feeling blank.Coming home to a world of silence or fights.Messaging friends who no longer care.Sister only comforts, but when she goes away, so does the comforts of home.Moving on is something I just deal with.I don't delete...

Yeah. So I joined last summer of '08 (wow, it seems like much longer) and I haven't written much.I like some of my poems, but I realized they're quite depressing. I like them, but when I wrote them, I was thirteen and at that "I hate my life" point.So, I've decided to write more stuff.Happy poems. Okay, maybe not happy, but a little less depressing.I like my stories too, but I never get around to...