My Psalms

Writing On My Hands

A Shadowmature

"No one notices me. I drift through the halls, through my classes, through the streets. People look at me, but don't LOOK at me. They can't see me. My teachers can't see me. My parents can't see me.
Sometimes I can't even see me."

Wandering to Nowhere

Hey, You! Yes, You! You May Rant Here.mature

"Do you ever want to say something, or explode, or rant all your feelings to someone?
Well, this is a place where you can say anything you want (as long as it's not hate speech toward another member or completely explicit).
Rant, rant, rant away! :)"

Death To The Enlightenmentmature

Spokenmature

Content

Wallsmature

"Wrote this forever ago, just found it again and decided to post it (warning, super depressing)"

So alonemature

Alone.

Where to go when the Trembles Come

Not Loved Anymore