Dialogue And The Doppler Effect
Chapter 1 (continued) The gates of that great vessel of peculiarities had been a part of me from such an early age that I know not where a vaguely normal sense of existence, experienced as a babe...
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Chapter 1 (continued) The gates of that great vessel of peculiarities had been a part of me from such an early age that I know not where a vaguely normal sense of existence, experienced as a babe...
Okay, hey everyone, it's me Kristen, hum, I just wanted to say something about bullying.
Lying to yourself to keep yourself sane. Believing the lies because its the only way. Trusting its the only way so that you don't break. Wishing that you broke so you didn't have to lie.
No more blood shed . No more secrets hid . Only emotions to flow . Though I wish to go . . No more tears cried . No more slices tried . Only thoughts explored . Though I feel ignored . .
Sometimes I just feel like knocking my self out, only because I wouldn't be in the world for a while... But I would eventually Come back....
I’ve been trying to get better. Trying is a funny word. Trying can have so many definitions, depending on the person. But, please all of you know, I tried. I was clean for a month. And today.
A new project of mine. It's a bit lengthy but bare with. Chapter 1 I heard once that happiness is a function of accepting what is. To those at Schwernheim that couldn't have been more true.
[12+ A couple of swear words and seriously bad attitudes] A ntidepressant shocking cocktail hit, B eta-blockers and psychology bullshit, C affine, 50 milligrams, injected directly into veins, D...
The saddest thing is that I can't think of a single person who needs me. It hurts so much. Someone so young shouldn't understand so much pain.
Depression. When it comes to you, it hits you hard. You start to feel like there will no longer be a tomorrow. You're entering an abyss of darkness. But somehow, that darkness is addicting.
She cuts a little deeper, she really loves the sting. Watches as the blood flows, dark red soon fills her sink. Her only wish is for those she loves to forgive her for her sins.
A dvice you ask B ecause you need it C an't get out D ropped in a deep pit E veryday you F eel the same G etting lost H ere in this game I f only you would help yourself J ust do what's right and...
Chapter Forty Blood On The Floor "Caden I'm sorry. I should've not been dancing with William". "I accept your apology and we can be together again if you want to" said Caden.
Okay, hey everyone, it's me again Kristen, hum, I just wanted to say something about bullying.
Prologue ; I was there again. The place they promised to never take me. I wasn't lying, I saw them. I always saw them. The ghosts that haunted my room,the way that they followed me around.
January the 12th, 1995 Dear Oliver, Today was just another normal day.
I have a control panel, In my mind, Many switches and dials, You will surely find, Each dial has a label, For each emotion and feeling, My dials have gone awry, Unwanted side effects I've been...
Days are filled with confusion, my lone walks down the school halls, no one seems to notice me, depression often calls.
So. Exam week is over. Yay. Things are better with le boyfriend. She's going to reach out and I'm so proud of her.
Ladies and gentlemen, come one and come all. Welcome to your life's ultimate downfall. This will not be easy, this will not go fast. These words i will speak, forever may last.
1 pill down. 2 am. 3 pills down. 4 pills left. 5 am. 6 to beat. 7 am. 8 i reach. 9 am. 10 in me. 11 am. 12 i'm free. 13 pm. 14 heart beats. 15 pm, heart beats freeze. 16 pm. 17 police. 18 pm.
Nails scratch the surface, A red reality bleeds through. Steel etches memories, Buried within you. Actions surely wrong, brought by emotions ever new. Consequences sad, leaving lasting stains untrue.
Truth develops sadness. Eyes develop tears. Mind develops madness. Alone i fight my fears. Not a soul left to talk to. Not a soul left to care. Not a soul left, where are you.
Ok, I just don't know what to write about anymore... All poems seem to be depressing and I'm pretty sure everyone is getting annoyed with them because I am. My work is just so stupid these days.