If you're thinking of ending it all... well I can't stop you. but at least make the note look pretty.

Suicidal ideation is a real bitch. ..........................................................................................

I keep getting these calls from this unidentified number. I never answer numbers I don’t recognize. I figure if it was something important they would leave a voice mail. Thing is, this number does do that. Every time. The caller sounds to be a woman, sounds young but not sure how young. when she speaks, she sounds… I don’t know how else to describe it, its off putting. She sounds… crazed. Yeah that seems like an accurate description. “He….Hahahahah. I know you want me back! You want me back. We will be together. We will be together. We will be together. We will be together…” Thats the voicemail she leaves. Its never anything else. Its like she just has that pre-recorded. It gives me the shivers, holy fuck. But for some reason, I can’t seem to block the number. As in, I can’t bring myself too. I don’t know what it is. I’m pretty sure I don’t know her… so then why does it feel scary to block her? I should, but I get this feeling that something bad will happen if I do.

A poem about my ideal revenge against someone who's hurt me in the past. Yes I'm spiteful, there, said it so you don't have to.

A personal poem here. its about someone who betrayed me, and how I've had thoughts of hurting them. Don't worry, I'm not actually going to do what is detailed in this poem, thats why it will remain as nothing more than a piece of writing.

this poem is actually supposed to be about a person. I'm not going to say who, I'll just say that I had a crush on them but we couldn't be in any relationship for a number of reasons. It was like looking at a delicious cake I was unable to eat. very painful. enjoy

another day, another piece from my mentally ill ass. i've been told this piece is "relatable" so it must count for something. Enjoy

It is just what the title says. A short little poem about my experiences taking a bunch pills. enjoy.

this is probably one of the most schizophrenic poem i've written. but don't even think this is where my insanity begins to peak, there much more. This is a poem about how painful an obsession can be. Enjoy my pain

This will just come off as nonsense to most of you. I would tell you all what it means, but I think its funnier if I don't explain.