Act on your impulse, swallow the bottle, cut a little deeper, put the gun to your chest.
Ellen HopkinsLife was good before I met the monster. After, life was great At least for a little while
Ellen HopkinsShe's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.
Ellen HopkinsEyes Tell Stories But do they know how to craft fiction? Do they know how to spin lies? His eyes swear forever, flatter with vows of only me. But are they empty promises? I stare into his eyes, as into a crystal ball, but I cannot find forever, only movies of yesterday, a sketchbook of today, dreams of a shared tomorrow. His eyes whisper secrets. But are they truths or fairy tales? I wonder if even he knows.
Ellen Hopkins