Young Writers Society

This is simply true for me and describes the state I am in right now.

Drugs

Can you possibly describe color? Or even harder, to the blind?

Mindless thoughts.

After dealing with depression, and an eating disorder for many years, I wrote this as an outlet for my anger.

A short poem of sorts.

I hate taking medications.

I gathered this from a note to a suicidal stranger.

A poem that describes the mind of a cutter.

I take him down from his hiding place Still as sharp as ever He is overjoyed 'Shall it be on your arms?' He asks 'No because I now have people ...

I no longer fear the idea of Hell Nor do I hope in Heaven A simple silver glint off a razorblade Is what I hope for As well as Fear ...

When I imagine getting old, I'm not afraid - not of sickness, pain, or sorrow, nor of liver spots and moles. I'm not afraid of the inevitable. I'm afraid of ...

"What is logic? And reason?" I say to you. "For if the mind changes as the season, what part does knowledge play?" "Our very reality, is illusion, ...

How do you know the fat ones Don't want to be thin? How do you know the losers Don't want to win? How do you know the shy ones Don't ...

I thought I had time, To finnish my dreams; I thought I had time, to waste on just me; I'm sorry this is how it has to be, I thought ...