Hecate Zariah : Writing

The world

The world

A Story by Hecate Zariah


The world is said to shine brightly.So why is mine so dark?I light a match so I can try to find my way but everything just leads to confusion.Everythi..
My Last Request

My Last Request

A Poem by Hecate Zariah


I have one more requestWhere ever you areorWho ever your withTake care of yourself and herHold her closeDon't let goMake her the center of your worlda..
My Hidden Sorrow

My Hidden Sorrow

A Poem by Hecate Zariah


I put on a smile so you won't seeThe sorrow I'm going throughAll my friends see the sorrow behind my smileThey wish they could do something to helpThe..
I'm not good enough?

I'm not good enough?

A Poem by Hecate Zariah


We were brought close one dayand nowTime has pulled us apartMy friends call you namesbut I still liked youYou blew your chance themomentyou thought I ..
Love is Confusing

Love is Confusing

A Poem by Hecate Zariah


I love those I hate and hate those I lovebutSometimes when I hate someone I truly lovebutWhen my friends hate him all I can do is hate him too....If o..
The pattering of a dieing heart

The pattering of a dieing heart

A Story by Hecate Zariah


He took one look at her; laying on the ground. The dark red crimson was pooling out from her stomach. His eyes full of worry and concern tinted red fr..
Who I am

Who I am

A Poem by Hecate Zariah


The rain falls everyday from a cloud that seems to always be over meI can't talk nor scream for I'm always judged for the littlest thingMaybe the worl..
Bullet in my heart

Bullet in my heart

A Poem by Hecate Zariah


My heart has fallen into pieces in just the short time you've been away......I thought everything was getting better between us until it all just fell..
What friends?

What friends?

A Poem by Hecate Zariah


For once....i truly thought I had friends.....Only to find that when I looked around and reached out.....no one was there.....Why do we call the ones ..
Where is the end.....where is the end?

Where is the end.....where is the end?

A Poem by Hecate Zariah


I'm walking through a field of death. Nothing but blood and bodies till I reach the end.But where is the end, when the world has gone dark to you?Wher..