ShadowKakkoii

Disability or Power? Have problem I? No none I special unique. Special same as me? I go there school Have sports after. Hearing say different Say what I not able. I deaf people try take up, Language I grow-up know. Years back I little, Doctors implanted cochlear one. It cure deaf thought they, They wrong. I special deafness I, Only one in school mainstream. My name what Cortney, I Special I Can't do anything, Think same as others you stupid you

Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people? Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive? Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside? Have you ever felt free, But still trapped? Have you ever felt the need, the big need to Fake a smile, and act like it's okay? I have, and I will do But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are That is the most important thing, a human can do

I speak for the unspoken. I am the ears for the ignorant. I stand up when no one is standing. I write the unwritten. I see the unseen. I care in place of the uncaring. I am the crusader for anyone under attack. Attacks of harsh words, brutal violence, and injustice. You are loved. You are special. You are great. You are wonderful. You are beautiful. Wave your flag. And show every single color. This is not the end for you. I promise.  This short poem is dedicated to all the lesbians, gays, bisexuals, and transgenders. I love you all.    - Alexis Wolf

I know that on this day That I'm not okay I thought about you And the pain just grew Last year, oh I loved it And oh how I loved you The end of last year, and the start of a new God I hate myself, I wish I could pull trough I hope your happy I hope you're in love I hope you hate me I hope you move on But I'm stuck here All alone and cold Hating myself, so much fun Loving you, that pain goes on Last year I held you In my arms Nothing could be better god my heart was warm But this year I'm sitting on the stairs holding a single rose And that rose is bleeding That rose, the rose you took you promised to keep it and che

Jared kissed Eric on the mouth with affection and told him goodnight and then started walking home. On his way home from his boyfriend's house; he suddenly got a chill up his spine. It was like his mind was telling him something was wrong. Just before he would have slipped the key into the deadbolt, the feeling hit him again, harder than any emotion he'd ever felt. His stomach rolled, his heart pounded in his chest and sweat beaded on his forehead. "Oh God," he whispered with a panicked realization.  "Eric!" Without a second thought, he dropped the keys on the small porch and bolted back the way he came. He begged his legs to carry him f

That little fake finger gun every kid used to play with Is something you wish was real now. Everytime you hold it to your head. One quick flick of the thumb And you're soaring in nothingness. A fake gun is also like using a karate chop hand to slit your throat. You wish your hand could just transform into a blade For that tiny split second. It could make everything go away And you could finally have no more pain. Also, you wish you knew how to tie a noose, Or at least owned a rope. You'd tie it to your ceiling fan and hook around your neck. Jump off a kitchen stool before chickening out Like you'd usually do. Plugging your nose

 I have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have to remember to breathe every time those words come, I don’t want to believe it. I still can’t believe it. I remember the first time my counselor looked at me and told me that my depression and anxiety might be something more. Great, I thought, What could possibly be worse than this? Firstly, PTSD is not a disorder that only affects our war heroes, though that is what it’s commonly associated with. My own first thoughts were: “isn’t that a disorder for war veterans or someone who witnessed war first-hand?“ The truth is there are many causes for Post Traumatic Stress