Stella : Writing

Cut

Cut

A Story by Stella


I don't cut myself because i love pain. To tell you the trust... I hate pain. I cry like a little baby when i get a paper cut. I don't cut myself beca..
Close to the end

Close to the end

A Story by Stella


He wants to end his life. He wants nothing to do with this world. Just thinking about living eveyday hurts. It hurtsdeep down. Down when just looking..
Life

Life

A Story by Stella


I'm on the bus where it's taking doesn't matter. It's taking away from the world I've never wanted to be apart of. Away from a world were no one u..
Dance the night away!

Dance the night away!

A Story by Stella


He was in my arms for the first time in 5 months. We were dancing and he was holding me close. I could feel all the love he had for me right there an..
The first walk.

The first walk.

A Story by Stella


Ring. Ring “Hello?” “Hey Stephanie, do you feel like going for a walk?” Asked Marc one night. This started a friendship tha..
me, myself, and i

me, myself, and i

A Poem by Stella


It’s funny how much I can’t feel. The face that once had a smile Now it has nothing. As I walk in the halls I can’t feel the pe..
you walked away..

you walked away..

A Poem by Stella


you were different, unlike every preson before you, you had something one no else had, you had my heart, and as i watched you leave, me all ..

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