su·i·cide; ˈso͞oiˌsīd/ [noun] 1. the action of killing oneself intentionally. 2. intentionally kill oneself. a story of a senior high school student faking her own death to reach out to other students. © 2014 by pariahs. All Rights Reserved cover by: -polaroids- Other # 23 / Teen Fiction # 107
To Dylan: i just miss you. - A series of texts in which she experiences depression in the most vicarious way possible, and love is just the tune playing lowly in the background. - [Trigger Warnings for: Depression, Thoughts of Suicide, Self-Harm] [Dylan is a boy, and Anabelle is a girl, to clear things up]
a poetry collection// the thoughts in my head [lowercase is intended]
"Sometimes it's best to stay out where you're not welcome." Demented will chill you to the bone, for these are not your usual bedtime stories. From a son who wants to teach his mother a lesson, a deadly myth on Kingly Road, people who have a certain bizarre diet, to some of the most terrifying things your head could...
Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishe...
dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
It's an endless search for something that even the sharpest eyes cannot see. [Beautiful cover made by rigor_samsa.]
❝ He got too curious so she finally reveals what makes it so special. ❞ © nate k. 2014
❝ One by one, he unravels these wishes as the snow gently falls from the sky. ❞ © nate k. 2014
This is my diary. It's just to help me vent. My counsellor told me to write one, and since I come on here everyday, I thought 'why not?' Everything in this is true.
Anxiety is not a joke. This is based on Anxiety, some poems and what not. So, enjoy. Some of these aren't mine, the owners get the credit. (Most came off this website; http://hellopoetry.com with the Anxiety hash-tag) I am using other people's poems and words because its hard to describe. And these poems honestly nee...
"they told us that we needed therapy, as if medication and tainted words could fix broken toys."
