Bleed Stories

Compilation of Unsaid thoughts..... . . . . (✿❛◡❛) . . . . ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ . . . . (*'︶'*)ฅ♡ . . . . ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Tears. I watch them fall to my bare knees and slide down my shins. I wiped the never ending waterfall streaming down my cheeks, smearing my mascara over my face. But I didn't care. I cleared the guck from my eyes, noticing the small and fresh cuts on my wrists. Pain. I knew I didn't deserve it. But it was the only way-the only way to deal with this ongoing pain, anger, sadness that consumed me. I had been fighting it for years. And it finally caught me-and it's destroying me. Love. That's all I need. Someone who cares. I've been degraded my entire life. By my mother, my father, hell even my sister. Why? Because I care too much. Always making sure everyone else is okay when it's eating me away inside. Maybe if someone, even a stranger just showed me the slightest bit of love or showed me that they actually gave a damn about my existance, then maybe-just maybe, I would be able to go to bed without softly crying myself to sleep. Please. Someone? Anyone? Help- Me.

Joy just wants to fit in. But that's kinda hard too do when you have cat DNA in your blood. Joy goes on different adventures to find where she fits in, while dealing with her love life.

Herobrine. The name whispered in hushed tones. The darkness in your nightmares. The being blamed for disasters. He is hated, scorned, feared, but he is still, a God. A small rebel force of mobs who don't believe he is invincible try to overthrow him. However, Herobrine is a God. But Gods don't bleed. (Something that I thought of after rewatching dillongoo's "Gods Don't Bleed." This work is based off of his animation.)

The most beautiful form of poetry in my opinion. :)

He warned her he wouldn't love gently. She warned herself to walk away. Luna Hale never planned to fall for a man like Adrian Blackwood-quiet, dangerous, and terrifyingly controlled. His touch is rare, his desire restrained, and his presence addictive. This is not a love story about being saved. It's about obsession, temptation, and choosing the one thing that can destroy you. Some loves don't heal. They teach you how to bleed.

This story is only for 13+! It is full of violence and gore! Do not read if you are under 10 and/or do not like creepypasta!

Bc poets are generally depressive

When Tyler Hunter moves to Scranton for a new start, all she wanted was to get away from the drama and stereotyping of her old life. But what awaits her in this small town?

random thoughts

A single verse.

"Loving does not always circle around happiness, sacrificing is not happy but it is a way of loving. " "Love takes time and time needs patience, also, moving on takes time before it gets done." "When you're in love, pain doesn't matter but when you're in pain, you always tell yourself that will you never be better.." "Love is cannot be seen for it is meant to be felt.." What can you do for love? Can you emotionally and mentally kill yourself just to get the redamancy you want? This is a story about a girl who has never experienced being in love until he caught her attention. Attention that turned into attraction, attraction that turned into infatuation, infatuation that turned into liking and liking that turned into loving. Is loving the end of everything? Or is that loving will turn out into risking, freeing, hurting, crying and sacrificing? Will she stay or will she let go? The girl's first love was also her first heartbreak. Will she be able to continue loving or will she end up leaving?

She's not the one to be popular, but she most DEFINITELY gets attention of most people around her. Tom boy girl, scenic looking, but a normal chick. She's used to the guys who are her 'friends' and the people who flirt with her on a daily basis. What she didn't expect, was her guy friend she trusted most to fall for her. And so much? He's pretty much gone stupid and brainless. And another person, the emo guy who just moved next door is a problem too. How will she be able to choose between? Without breaking any hearts?

EVERYBODY HAS FEAR. FEAR OF LOSING SOMEONE. FEAR OF UNKNOWN .FEAR OF HURTING THEIR LOVED ONES. FEAR OF BEING HURTED BY THEIR LOVED ONES...THESE FEAR LEAD GO UN BYUL TO ESCAPE FROM LIFE OF HER TWIN SISTER GO EUN BE...

These are the poems I have written and posted in my account, Glia Creivasse, in Facebook. And prolly, I will write more poems. I write to express. I write to cry my feelings out. I let my tears fall to excrete the words I long to give life in this crumpled paper on my hand. I let my heart bleed to let it produce the ink my pen has been long hankering of.