I was in love with this boy. He had black hair, bright blue eyes, and scars on his arms. He held me in his arms everyday I saw him. He grabbed my hand when he saw hopelessness in my eyes. He kissed me when I felt alone. What else could I have asked for? When we were in bed naked, lying next to each other, he’d kiss the scars on my arms. The bruises on my hands. The burns on my wrist. I was in love, so deep, that I would have never imagined the day to come that he’d no longer want me. Love […]
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Black Hair
What if I told you black people deep down dislike there traits
What if I told you black people hate there hair
What if I told you black people hair there skin
What if I told you black girls hate there height
What if I told you that some black people can’t stand the mirror
What if I told you nobody truly like black people
What if I told you being black sucks
^^ kinda makes me want all darkly color people whipped out of this world… Just for the fact of how much hate would be one there head …. If not by the world…. […]
“wake up” no one says and she rises to a lonely cold morning, its only four and shes not tired.. she walks to the kitchen, feet padding softly on the white tile. The bright glow from the fridge lights up half of the small apartment and she sighs. “thanks for the dinner.” she muttered in pain, the girl hadn’t eaten in two days because everyone else got to the fridge first. after a burning hot shower she stood in front of the steamy mirror staring at her horrid reflection.. tan skin, almost boy short tangled hair and scars on her face.. the girls took her […]
Everyone says I am not crazy. I don’t think I am but I do. Something isnt right with me. I have been through alot. No one will ever understand the pain I have been through. I got through depression, and suicide. Now I feel like it’s happening again. Like everything is going wrong. Like life isnt real and that I am not a real person. I think I am crazy. I keep having these flashbacks from when I was little. About this girl.. Everynight I saw her in the corner above my door. Not a normal girl. A weird girl. She had black hair and […]
Dear Whoever Is Reading This,
Hi, i’m Maya. I’m 13 years old now, & turning 14 in a couple months. I’m very short for my age (4’11), I have long black hair, I’m Japanese, I’m a dancer, & I believe that God made me beautiful. Seems great, right?
Lets start from the beginning of my life. From when i was first born to about age 8, i was the happiest kid you could ever meet. I was an angel child, too. I never cried when my family was trying to sleep, I was nice to everyone & everyone was the same toward me, teachers loved me, I […]