Auteanna Baysinger
Bio
At a young age I learned how to handle depression and pain. By bleeding what my soul felt through ink letting my words seep through a blank page. Most of my writing is horror or depression based. However I explore other genres as well.
Stories (4/0)
Suicidal
People say me being suicidal makes me weak. I'm not weak, I'm numb. It's like standing butt ass naked outside on the coldest of all winter nights; you see I am not weak I simply just can't fight. My lips are bruised, my body shivers. I can't walk let alone run.
By Auteanna Baysinger6 years ago in Poets
L.S.D.
Love. Sex.. Drugs… Their love was toxic, vile, and distasteful to watch. At least that’s what all their friends and family said. They were both beautiful people, with a dark past, and tainted ways. Family would say their weakness grew when their tainted ways became one and the same. You see when together they were sloppy. A loose mess, like a child turning twenty-one. She hung off his shoulders all her words seemed slurred, while he waved guns in the air asking whose turn.
By Auteanna Baysinger6 years ago in Poets
