WORDS
Those words broke me.
I can't explain,
How I felt.
So I'll use words,
And I
I need solace,A place to call home.A place to curl up and cry,And never have to wipe the tears,Before anyone sees.I need a little more help,
No one knew I wasn't in control of my body when I fought the first wave of demons. But when Brianna cried out, I took over immediately and became The Harbinger of Doom myself. I stifled the demon, using his own powers. I guess, love indeed, does wonders. This, is my long road home. I miss him. I miss him with every breath I take, every sound I make. I miss the one person who could complete my sentences, the one person who knew what I was on the inside. I miss him every day and sometimes, I can't even eat. I wonder daily, if there's a heaven. And, if there is, is he there?
I was fine, comfortable. My world wasn't going in circles. I was young, happy, carefree. I sat with my family, weird sister, Marilyn, mum, dad, and me, of course. Dean. It was a peaceful gathering, no hassle. Just relax and talk. As usual, I was teasing my sister about her deadbeat boyfriend, wonder what she sees in him anyways. He was just… There. Nothing special. Love or lust has blinded her, I suppose. Mum kept talking to dad in low whispers, and trust me, and I didn't try to eavesdrop. They had a bond I wanted for myself one day,maybe. I'm not too big on love at the moment, if ever. We were talking about random nonsense, how I failed my test w
Eight months before...First off, the school wasn't my vibe. Yes, I was brilliant, outstandingly so. I was just skeptical about the whole "school" fiasco. I had to keep my intelligence on a low, in order not to draw unwanted attention to myself. It worked, but I was a nobody for a while. My name is Dean Olsen, a second child, a family of four. 5'9 inches tall, and a mouth that never seems to shut up.
This might have been a mistake. Well, I thoughtso at least. Brianna was stoic and didn't look in my direction once. Figures. "Uhmm, I know I might not be the best person to talk to, but really, I just.. Want to.. Y'know, talk," I said, fidgeting and sweating.Last time I was this close to a girl as pretty as this was
I walked by her side, thinking about what just happened. I was embarrassed but intrigued all the same. She just singlehandedly dealt with the biggest bully in the whole school, thereby saving the shreds of my dignity remaining. "Why did you do it? Why did you save me?" I asked, in the calmest voice I could manage. Truthfully, the last time Cain pick
I read to escape the harshness of life. Reading becomes my reality, and I get lost in the world I created.Victor Mairo
I do not fear death. I fear a life without meaning.Victor Mairo
No one knew I wasn't in control of my body when I fought the first wave of demons. But when Brianna cried out, I took over immediately and became The Harbinger of Doom myself. I stifled the demon, using his own powers. I guess, love indeed, does wonders. This, is my long road home. I miss him. I miss him with every breath I take, every sound I make. I miss the one person who could complete my sentences, the one person who knew what I was on the inside. I miss him every day and sometimes, I can't even eat. I wonder daily, if there's a heaven. And, if there is, is he there?
I need solace,A place to call home.A place to curl up and cry,And never have to wipe the tears,Before anyone sees.I need a little more help,
WORDSThose words broke me.I can't explain,How I felt.So I'll use words,And I
NOT ALIVEThey tell me it gets better,It's just a phase.But what phase is this?An eternal one?
I see my future,I see the light.I see the love,I see my goal.I see the fire that lies dormant,
FOR YOUI write this for youI write this so you'd knowThat only one.One. Completes me. 
DEAR MEDear me, I'm confused again,Don't even know why.I'm being pressured again,Can't stand it anymore.
MIRROR, MIRRORTake a look at my face,What do you see?I feel nothing anymore.Take a look at my scars,
LOSTI can hear them,Calling my name.I can hear them,But I can't see them,Any of th