Dedication:
This poem is for Hannah Baker and for all those like her. It is for those of us who struggle with our body image, and for those of us who struggle with mental illness. I have struggled wit...
It was a rather cloudy day when Tristan woke up for the last time. The dark storm clouds brought an even darker mood to his apartment. "I suppose it's fitting," Tristan muttered to himself. "Cloudy on...
"Hey man, have you heard from Tristan recently?" The message popped up on Felix's screen. It was from his old friend Henry. Clicking on the message, Felix drafted his response.
can't escape, can you, not from the demons inside / body swaying, you let the darkness in, consuming you piece by piece / feel inwardly. breathe. / a tribute to september 10th, national suicide preven...
Maia woke up early in the morning, her back aching. Age was certainly catching up to her. In her early fifties, her children had all left the house several years ago. At first, it had been strange, th...