My name is Peighton Tiereney Sorrel. I am seventeen years old. I love to write poetry and stories. I'm a genuinely nice person. If you want to get to know me better then just message me, but please, at least have the decency to message me with respect.
The truth sucks, but there's nothing anybody can do about it. Especially not me. No, it's too late for me. Far too late. I've already been poisoned by the venom in my veins that's killing me slowly. The venom of a broken bond, broken trust, the venom of betrayal. It hurts and it burns like a fire I've never before witnessed. It makes me tired. Tired from laying awake at night. Crying and digging my nails deep into my scalp in attempt after attempt to tear the memories, the nightmares, from...