Articles written by Faye Hill

I am that girl who laughs when you laugh just because the sound makes the ground vibrate under my feet

I am that princess who hopes to someday find her prince but never waits for him to appear

I am that daughter who disapoints but regains trust in a heartbeat

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Depression: 2 of 71

Dear you,Are you okay? It seems like you've been quiet lately.Thinking perhaps? Guilt? Cat got your tongue? Ha Ha, grandpa loved that one. Remember when he use to cradle you to his chest when you would fall off your bike? Father was to drunk to realize his daughters life taking flight, a waste of a daughter right? Who wants a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Colors: 19 of 66

Would it be that same if the sky was bleached and painted red,blood running down the sides when it rains?Would you still insist we watch the sunsetinches from our own faces, a blazing purple,heat turning our cheeks a pale white.Should it make a difference if the grass was a shade of light and dark blue,rippling against our br... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicidal thoughts: 53 of 164
Shall we forget? Forgetting won't make me forgetI'm branded, I reak of it. I am it. What?The confusion, I'm the reason they question.(Please?) Stop bugging me I'm fineWhat are you thinking? To die. Alone. No one understands accept for...(you?)Crazy thoughts, but I think them enough that they'll become reality. Anything but th... More..