Genus Loci There is #life, and inside #life is sadness. And when there is sadness, it must be followed by relief, mine comes in the form of a place. I can't go often but when I do, I forget every worry in the world. Take me to the sea my sweet Annabel Lee. My happy place is where the sticky salt-water comes up to kiss your toes hello then goodbye. Where the air is so this I can almost taste it. Where the sand sticks to your legs. Where everything is sane, To me at least. Away from the big city and bright lights. Take me to the dark nights with the cold sand, and the stars shining, so true. So bright. Take me away.

Hollow Soul At night, when you're all alone. Do thoughts flood your mind? Do memories resurface? Do fights replay? Do ugly words come to your thoughts? Do you feel alone? Do you feel unwanted? Does it ever get to much to handle for you? It does for me. And when it does, I paint a pretty picture. With a wicked twist. My paintbrush is a razor, And my canvas is my wrist. I'm a girl. A sad, Lonely, Misunderstood, Depressed, Anxiety-redden, Thoughtful, Emo girl. And people try to change me. But it never works. And only makes it worst. So thanks to society I'm now just a shadow, A hollow soul. Thank you. For ruining my unmeaningful #life.

Broken Love We've got a relationship so toxic, it has left me burned and broken. Bruised and scarred. He leaves me to die and comes back pretending to be an angel. But is only a demon in disguise, come back to torture me some more. When love is spelled out in venom it's best to drop everything and run. Fore my dear, when someone tells you they love you a knife isn't normally etching at your back. Slowly tearing apart your heart. With a love so evil, it's better to drop everything and save yourself. Unlike me.