a little while
sometimes I feel like I want to stop breathing...
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sometimes I feel like I want to stop breathing...
I feel like I am drowning, Caught underneath a tide, Feet cannot keep to the sand, My toes just slip and slide.
Can we go back to those old days Before you were with her Back when we were happy Because we surely were Before you started smoking To find a sick escape Before I was slicing veins Just to feel...
This weekend...today...so far, all of the days leading up to Thanksgiving I am super ungrateful for and I wish to have the long, awful days erased from my memory.
Push, pull Need, don't want You like this smile. But the tears, they haunt... It's dark in here, But don't turn on the light, I need to rest, Let it's grip become my plight.
#rant *part fiction, part exaggeration.....maybe Lmfao :-) What's the matter with you.
Sunken cheeks, Hollow face. Ragged breath, Unsteady pace. Glowing skin, Lips full and red. Sparkling eyes, Glossy hair on head. Bony wrists, Unseeing eyes. Slowing heart, Slowly dies.
I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware.
Worthless useless good for nothing, To the table what do I actually bring.
You tell me to stay away,. And that he's trouble,. But you weren't saying that yesterday,. Well what seemed like only yesterday,. Leaving him would be a crime,. It'll only be time,.
"FUCK" I yelled. My throat hurt, my stomach hurt. My everything hurt. I was sick again thats great. Being sick and dedicating your life to a sport wasn't a great thing.
Depression known but never shown, Concealed from the face of truth, Cloaked in lies and severed ties, Obscured by the guise of youth.
Have you ever had a feeling like you just want to forget everything. All your feelings and the things you once did. That's how I feel now. And I don't mean to moan, but it's getting me down.
...when you're sad, lonely, or mad: 1. Take a deep breath 2.Listen to music 3. Write it down or opuss 4. Read a book 5. Draw 6. Sleep 7. Watch something funny or just anything 8.
Chapter One Never Perfect "Leeyum!"Where is my hairbrush?!" I yelled but then I realized Leeyum gets uncomfortable when anybody yells. "Sorry!" I shouted. "Damn it!" I thought. I yelled again.
So, I figured if I want to write, write what I know best. That would be me.
There's a blue plastic box. Tucked under my bed. Brimming with secrets. Traced from my head. Inside there's a notebook. That's purple and white. And filled with ideas. I dream of at night.
You know when you get those days when nothing goes right. I just want to find something new in my life. I'm fed up of what I'm doing at the moment.
'A dark fog forms around me, I hate myself, I don't even know why. I just want to close my eyes and say good bye...
My shakey pale hands reach up to graze my top lip. Cracked skin and pale pink I'm losing color. Dark circles make a home in the bed of my eyes.
This is no disorder. At least, it's not for me. It's knowing thin's a lock on happiness. And that Ana's the only key. Ana is eight glasses a day. And two or three green teas. Ana is skin and bones.
Sad feelings related. Topics rarely debated. Hearts feeling dejected. Hopeless head infected. Passion pleads for protection. The deeds to my affection. My keys to inject wisdom. With just one wish.
He lay there, the giant cavity in his chest was sucking all the oxygen out of the air before he had a chance to breath it in to allow his body to function, he felt his lungs spasm as they clawed...
I didn't feel like talking so the rest of the day was a washout. Anya herded me round like a small child and I simply hadn't the energy to protest.