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This is just a short, true story about one of my friends. The feelings that she expresses in this story are shared by many people, me included. I hope that people come away from this story knowing how some people can feel, and that if they are trying to help a friend, they should approach the problem in a different way :)

So basically I love writing and story's are kinda hard. Here will be a collection of the different poems I've done to pass the time. Hopefully you all will like them.

This story may be triggering to anyone with anxiety and possibly depression. It will be describing how my anxiety feels, and different ways I try to overcome it. Disclaimer: this is only my personal experience and does NOT apply to everyone!

WARNING! This story has serious trigger warnings I'm too lazy to warn you at every chapter so ye, if you don't wanna risk it just don't read it. triggers are listed at the top of first chapter. Who wouldn't love his life in a famous boy band? Would be a dream come true right? Yes, yes it is. And as much as Harry Styles loves his fans and his band mates he doesn't love his life, like at all. He doesn't want to live and he definitely does not think he deserves to be alive. He also doesn't know how to deal with feelings. He thinks he is a burden to everyone around him and because of that he shuts them out, spends most of his time alone in his room or locked inside his bathroom. Or well his and Louis' bathroom. You see Harry lives together with his best friend since they met at X-factor, which makes it really hard for Harry to shut him out and it doesn't exactly help he has a crush on the older boy who he is sure doesn't love him at all. This story is probably gonna be fucked up and won't have many reads but ye.

in a world where everything your soulmate writes on their skin appears on yours, a young boy named dean winchester has been seeing butterflies appear all up and down his arms, on his thighs, and even on his stomach for years now. word count: 19,609

I have no idea how many parts to this story there will be. This is simply a series of metaphors poems about how we are all just glow sticks. It makes more sense once to read it.

Just a short imagine I daydreamed up five minutes ago about Austin and meeting him.

1. when you feel like you want to cut, take a marker or pen and draw a butterfly wherever the self-harm occurs. 2. name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better. 3. NO scrubbing the butterfly off. 4. if you cut before the butterfly is gone, it dies. if you don't cut, it lives. 5. another person may draw them on you. these butterflies are extra special. take good care of them. 6. even if you don't cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support. I'm not killing butterflies. My butterflies are killing me.

In a world of sadness, there is a retreat for the lost and lonely: Sharing The Burden; an emotional support group.

We all have a story.

WARNING! This story has serious trigger warnings I'm too lazy to warn you at every chapter so ye, if you don't wanna risk it just don't read it. triggers are listed at the top of first chapter. Who wouldn't love his life in a famous boy band? Would be a dream come true right? Yes, yes it is. And as much as Harry Styles loves his fans and his band mates he doesn't love his life, like at all. He doesn't want to live and he definitely does not think he deserves to be alive. He also doesn't know how to deal with feelings. He thinks he is a burden to everyone around him and because of that he shuts them out, spends most of his time alone in his room or locked inside his bathroom. Or well his and Louis' bathroom. You see Harry lives together with his best friend since they met at X-factor, which makes it really hard for Harry to shut him out and it doesn't exactly help he has a crush on the older boy who he is sure doesn't love him at all. This story is probably gonna be fucked up and won't have many reads but ye.

this was a way for me to get my problems out without resorting to other methods. this may trigger, please don't read if you're affected by this stuff. i'm sorry.

This is a poem about self harm and the butterfly projects. You should google it. It saves live.

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A story of a girl who got bullied and tried to kill herself. Based on the Butterfly Project.

(Completed) Alice revisits her highschool for the first time in many years, only to remember the shadows of a torn butterflies wings. The flashback that makes up this short story transports us into Alice's mind as Skye blooms and withers away, her purity never being able to handle the real world.

This is a story/poem thing about self-harm. I took inspiration from The Butterfly Project.

People fake smile,even when there crying. They all call it the art of painting smiles. I call it the process of depression.