Self harm is an issue the majority of society tends to ignore or scrutinize. As a survivor of self harm with three years experience of the torment and the struggle I know it's a problem and I do know how to tackle it. This book will cover self help, ways to overcome it and how to help others. If you suffer yourself or care about someone who does, please give this a read. Anyone who needs help I will try and respond to you if you message me on twitter, my account is @k_newborough

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I did not write all of these, but some I did. This was my 2013 depressive stage, but don't worry, I'm living a good life now. Never lose hope. Needless to say these poems are very depressing and do have triggers in them, so read with caution. Message me anytime. :)

...I'm doing it. I'm going to do what I've been cogitating- premeditating this for years. Will they notice if I'm gone? Will they care? I don't know... But, I do know this. I don't. Not anymore... They say this "isn't the way out,", "ask for help", "I'm there when you need me,". Lies, all piles of damn lies just to get you off their consciences'...Hmm, don't you hate when someone asks: "Are you okay?", when in reality they want you to reply with a pitiful "yeah", or a solemn head nod just to seem like a "good" person and get you off their shoulders when they know they don't care if you sobbed 'til the break of dawn? Yeah, me too. I'm tired of the psuedo sincerity. Treacherously, I'm aware of all the pains of tomorrow. And to be honest, I do not want to endure them any longer. The stinging wind pierced my skin like a flight of atmospheric needles. I peered over the bridge and asked myself, "Is life worth it?" . The grey clouds weeped merely from above. A numb feeling possesed me. Unlike the clouds, I wept no more, for my well of tears had run dry. The murky water below the bridge swayed in a calm, mirthless fashion. Serenity within myself will never be established, for the soul reaches enternal damnation if taken by itself. Shit, being here on this earth is eternal damnation if you ask me. If hell is my destination, then it's time to burn baby burn. In this moment though, for once in my life I'll be able to fly like a wingless bird... ©All Rights Reserved

Sadness is reality of every day. I was asked what inspired me to write this- My answer is some bad days and empathy, for I know I am not alone in this, and neither are you.

Now back on Wattpad! ---- In a land covered in eternal night, a young girl's light is all that stands between Mankind and the Forces of Darkness. When the Sun Goddess vanished under mysterious circumstances a thousand years ago, she left the land of Kuro blanketed in eternal night. Over time, the people learn to harness what remains of the Goddess: the precious and finite resource known as the Goddess Essence. Kurokyuu Orbs, miracles of modern technology, harvest the Goddess Essence and provide light and power to all. But there is a problem: the Goddess Essence is running out. And it couldn't have come at a worse time. Whispers abound of a growing evil in the North; stories of shadows that can only be harmed by the light of the sun. From out of the darkness rises the City of the Sun. Light Spires shine through all twenty-four hours, providing artificial sunlight for all. Everyone that is, but the residents of the Utter Darkness. In this forsaken place, Mina, a young orphan, is forced to beg and steal on the streets to sustain herself in the hardscrabble way of life. In the darkest corners, Marauders lurk, hunting little girls, searching for the one known only as "The Maiden". When Mina falls captive to a roving band of Marauders, she is faced with a life-altering decision: reveal the secret she has been hiding her entire life or stay silent and risk losing her already meager existence? When people die as a result of her inaction, Mina realizes her secret is no longer hers to keep. A secret that lies in a most unusual ability: The power to manifest sunlight... Copyright © 2013 - 2014 Michael Limjoco

Ivette has been to more schools than she cares to remember. At every single one she's had trouble. People picking on her. When she starts at a new school, she really doubts it will be any different. She swore to herself she wouldn't bother trying to make friends now and that she'd keep her head down but that begins to prove difficult. . Xavier hides his true self. No one knows him really. He pretends to be someone he isn't to avoid repeating his past. His parents don't care for him and even his friends aren't really proper friends. He trusts no one, or so he thinks.

Willow is a pregnant girl from District 12. This is the 100th Hunger Games. This Quarter Quell shocker is that the Games will consecutively go on for three years. So when Willow is reaped, she knows that she's going to have to undergo pregnancy during the Games. But the Games will just be another problem when she faces death, love and a betrayal too terrible to believe.