Chris and Holly's relationship is finally perfect. With no gangs to harass them, the only thing they have to worry about it keeping their relationship a secret from the student body and faculty at school. Simple enough. Except when have things ever been that simple for these two? Cue in the appearance of two new stud...
“Mio dio, I love the way you say my name” His voice was a husky whisper, and Gema took a step back, caught off guard. He stared at her intently, shoving his hands into his pockets. “What do you want” he snapped at her, and Gema hesitated. “Well I…..I’ve been thinking over your offer, and…” Gema said, sitting down now...
all of my poems have something to do with razorblades,cutting,feeling alone,and being empty,i can't help writing about these things because i feel this way all the time.heres a look inside my head,it's a bit scary.
