Callforhelp Stories

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🤍

A mix of all different poems that I have written

"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

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?

Started

Darkest thoughts with a touch of red.

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.

Someone who stopped trying

DISCLAIMERRRR this story may have some triggering subjects in it it also may have offensive language. anyways enjoy! i've always wanted to write this story but never had the chance! This story is about three teens who experience a tragedy before the week of their dreams.

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!

"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.

Dear Diary, I saw him today. Dear diary, he won't get off my mind. Dear diary, help me.

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

A short poem about a racing mind and character.

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.

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.

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

My dairy that kept me sane when in the void all alone also yes I'm a new AU