Callforhelp Stories

When I look at it like that I let myself dream that maybe I'm not broken. Maybe no one is really broken. Maybe we're all just here.

random lyrics, quotes, and entries

The thoughts of a girl as she struggles with depression and self harm

Someone who stopped trying

Characters (Mine) Kimu {Wolf} Misaki {Cat} Kully{Magic User} ANNNNNNND Reader cause WHYY not AYYYE?

"To love, to love, to love oh so dearly, to grasp on to tightly for fear of what may be; I'm talking to a blank screen, I must just be crazy....." Poetry and palaver

I rant in this book, swears are not allowed in this book...only demigods swears...chapters are random...this book is where I unleash my anger...and yeah, so if you guys are wondering why my attitude is like that or like this and stuff, you would find out in my book!!! This book does not keep secrets...this book could ruin my life...this book is an open book to and for everyone...and I mean literally...whatever I write/type here is true and might ruin me...but...yeah...Hope you would like this book! I would sometimes write/type some random one-shots or something and yeah...hope you would enjoy it!

I am just a teenage girl. I am just another student at another school. I am just another person to laugh and cry. I am just a waste of space. I am just me And that is all. This is just another book wrote by another person, calling for help.

Lia Johnston and her best friend Kayla Ravens wake up in a basement tied up and covered in blood. They didn't remember anything but going out for coffee with their blind dates that their friend put together. They can't move. They need to get out! Read the book to see how Lia and Kayla survive.

Some days anxiety wins. Some days I do. This story is about learning go get through the fear, take small steps, realise you're not broken just human🤍

Hello world of happy broken people im telling you my pain this is really me Precious

A short poem about a racing mind and character.

I feel so invisible I feel as though you can't see me Although I'm here in front of u I feel invisible because u Don't notice my scars and cuts Upon my wrists I hide them everyday To prevent others from bulling But now as I love through out the room No one sees me I'm invisible Although we are together all the time You never notice how I always wear long sleeves No one sees me anymore it's like I'm dead Although it would be better if I was dead People say it's better to live than to be a coward

She works as a call reciever for the suicide hotline. One day she gets a call from a boy in need of immediate assistance. Breaking code, she leaves her station to go and look for him. He only hints as to where he is, leaving her to use the clues to find his location. Will she be able to find him in time? What if he turns out to be more important to her than she ever imagined? But, what if she only meets a body?

this is about memory loss due to depression, anxiety or anything that may be effecting your memory. it reads the struggles of these things & helps people around relate & feel less alone

I wrote this because my mother and i have completely different personalities and we can never see eye to eye no matter how hard we try, it became absolutely impossible to have a serious conversation. She is christian and I wrote this for her to try and see my point of view on a certain depression i was facing and i felt i had no one left in the world not, even my own mother. I hope you all enjoy. *ending was a little harsh on my end i will admit. I wrote this in a severe state of stress and anxiety.

"Frisk, I wanna ask you something." Chara said, looking at their partner. "What is it, Chara?" they asked, as curious as ever. "Do you think I would still become the Yang to your Yin if the player never controlled us?" Frisk shook their head, denying the notion. "Thought so." Chara said, looking at the reset button. The player had done a genocide route once again and they were both sick of taking the blame. Frisk teared up as the past few routes passed through their mind. Chara hugged them as they cried, angry at the player in charge. "When will this end..?" Frisk mumbled between their sobs. Suddenly, an idea crashed into Chara's mind. "Hey. What do you think will happen if we try telling the comedian? He already knows me, all we need is a plan." Frisk nodded, DETERMINATION appearing in their eyes once more. That could work. The player reset to a new genocide route. But this time, they would face more then the bag of bones known as Sans as karma. Cover art by cailathehedgehog on Deviantart.

A mix of all different poems that I have written

You laid in bed thinking about how much you hate this world. Everything about it makes you wanna pull your hair out. What can you do?