NOT MINE!!! I don't own this story; all credit goes to the original author SoloChaos on ao3 Trigger warning: suicide/sexual abuse/mature content Make sure you have some tissues....

It started with the glow of a little creature named Ned. Maybe that's the strange thing about light. It has a way of finding people who have spent far too long believing they belong in the dark. This is a story about broken hearts learning how to beat together. About ordinary moments becoming extraordinary because of who you're standing beside. About second chances, quiet healing, laughter that returns after years of silence, and discovering that family isn't always the one you're born into. Sometimes home isn't waiting for you. Sometimes you build it. One person. One promise. One light at a time. And if you're scared and I'm far away... Don't be afraid. We're going home.

Just random poems I came up with

I like the sky. I take photos. Bam sky photos.

I like writing poetry and wanna share it

Just some pretty sad poems that I write when I'm at my lowest.

In therapy, healing did have a shadow. - A story for black girls who are living the best way they know how with what they were dealt. This story follows Girly a month after she was released from her three month stay at an inpatient treatment center regarding her disordered eating. Conflicted by the ending of her not so recent breakup and much more, read as she walks us through her present life, obsessively reflecting on the past. Her mandatory therapy, maybe good for her at first, becomes a pawn in her dismay. Self aware of who she is, she still cycles through her own self destructive impulses, searching for meaning in her life with fleeting moments of comfort through old habits, life, and work in the entertainment industry. Time moves depressingly slow in this waiting game of her life. Long, isolated days in bed journaling. An overwhelming desire to be understood, and to understand. She takes us along this journey of false hope and self-discovery. See her thoughts become louder over time. This is not a love story. (writing a story that is built from experiences throughout my life, current events, and my thoughts. just putting it all into words, into a character. it's not all just about me though, it's about the characters too. this is their story too. i just like to write. it's a form of venting for me. read if you like or if you're nosy and interested in a deep dive into my life) ITS LIKE MY PERSONAL DIGITAL JOURNAL (the doctor in my book isn't a real person from my life, he's just meant to represent everything all in one, a cycle, he's symbolic, and how for the main character, all roads lead to rome) (ai for spelling fixes and punctuation clean up, that's it. if you see em dashes or semicolons, i put it there. otherwise, my own writing is mine mine mine)

Poems and short writings about feeling lost and like you're untethered from the world. I wrote a bunch of poems about my thoughts and feelings, and maybe, just maybe, I hope it'll help those who read this feel less alone. TW: suicidal thoughts, self-harm, dark themes

This is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words and phrasing. (Completed. It has 100 parts, and even more poems. Please be careful if you read this. Some are bad, to be blatant. But still, trigger warning.)

[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-