Memory Loss- Chapter 4 Chapter 5 being worked on. Not really just looked at it today.

Toddler Terror-Chapter 1-Right now its not going to be worked on. Not really.

Who Cares About Me-Chapter 10-Not working on for a while

Cuts Are the Deepest-Chapter 12-working on thirteen.

Playing With my Heart-Chapter 3

The Secret-Chapter 6- Don't know when I will update chapter 7.

Angel-Chapter 3-I will work on this, but not for a while.

What If? 1-Chapter 7

Oliver's Heart-Prologue-Chapter 1-Working on 2

What If, Oliver's Heart, and Cuts are the Deepest are being worked on at the moment.

I have some ideas for the Outsiders. It is called the What If? Series. It is going to have more then one story. So I am going to write a 1 next to the first one.

Poems I have written for the pain that is in my heart.

This one is called My Heart. It is one of the shortest ones I have written.

My heart has frozen,
My lungs are broken,
My body quivers,
My lips tremble,
My eyes water,
Tears run down my face,
My heart skips a beat,
For my love to keep.

The next one may sound a little emo.

You Cut Me Open

You cut me open,
All I feel is pain,
I feel hated,
I believe love died long ago,
I feel all things that I loved have gone away,
My love ones cut me open,
I'm bleeding deep down,
You cut me open again and again,
You didn't realize how much pain I was in,
Your death will be forgotten,
I'm no one to you,
My heart has stopped, Your pain is gone,
All along you cut me open,
You may not have realized that,
But realized you cut me open again,
Again and again I've been cut open,
By everyone by the one I love,
You cut me open for the last time.

This one is one I wrote for school. It may sound emo too. I'm not emo this is just what I have been feeling lately.

Sad and Alone

Deep in the darkness in my heart,

There is a monster that dwells inside me,

The leaves blow as I pass,

Through the woods you go,

But no one knows you're crying,

You feel the rain fall upon your head,

Again you say this is the worst,

People crowd around as you fall,

You fall into an abyss,

You catch yourself and then you feel alone,

Your love ones can't help because you're going to hurt,

You think the world is ending,

You break down in tears,

Then you know your heart has stopped,

You die at the end when no one knows what it means to be sad or alone.

This one is called Crying For You. This one is based on a friend. He is emo and when he cuts I cry.

Crying for you is the best I can do,
You tore at my heart when you cried,
I think about you all the time,
You are always in my dreams,
You're on my mind all the time,
Why does this happen why,
But still crying for you is the best thing I can do.

The last one is to my ex-boyfriend after I found out he was cheating on me.

Killing Me Softly

I have always wondered who was killing me softly.

I realized that it was someone I never wanted to meet.

The person I never wanted to meet would have been the person that could help me with my problems.

But I did find that person.

Now that person is killing me softly and I can't break down anymore.

My problems still haven't gone away and that is killing me really badly.

No wonder I never wanted anything to happen.

My whole life is in the hands of the person that can help me.

But it's killing me softly.

Month one

Mommy
I am only 8 inches long
but I have all my organs.
I love the sound of your voice.
Every time I hear it
I wave my arms and legs.
The sound of your heart beat
is my favorite lullaby.

Month Two

Mommy
today I learned how to suck my thumb.
If you could see me
you could definitely tell that I am a baby.
I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though.
It is so nice and warm in here.

Month Three

You know what Mommy
I'm a boy!!
I hope that makes you happy.
I always want you to be happy.
I don't like it when you cry.
You sound so sad.
It makes me sad too
and I cry with you even though
you can't hear me.

Month Four

Mommy
my hair is starting to grow.
It is very short and fine
but I will have a lot of it.
I spend a lot of my time exercising.
I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes
and stretch my arms and legs.
I am becoming quite good at it too.

Month Five

You went to the doctor today.
Mommy, he lied to you.
He said that I'm not a baby.
I am a baby Mommy, your baby.
I think and feel.
Mommy, what's abortion?

Month Six

I can hear that doctor again.
I don't like him.
He seems cold and heartless.
Something is intruding my home.
The doctor called it a needle.
Mommy what is it? It burns!
Please make him stop!
I can't get away from it!
Mommy! HELP me!

Month Seven

Mommy
I am okay.
I am in Jesus' arms.
He is holding me.
He told me about abortion.
Why didn't you want me Mommy?

Every Abortion Is Just . . .

One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.

If you are against abortion repost this.

Little Sarah

My name is sarah
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
child abuse, MAKE IT STOP!