Cryforhelp Stories

The poems is about a female getting raped she falls into a black whole and then starts using her body to lure men she sleeps with them and the moment they fall in love with her she leaves them broken. She goes through a healing process find's herself again and then she falls in love. The relationship has its ups and downs, but when it finally end the woman don't feel like living anymore as she takes her life.

y/n time travels and meets david sylvian and the band, wow so cool. I pulled this out of my ass.

crybaby is a sad and lonely whore

I can't remember who I am. I found a letter in this old house saying, "Feeling alone is never easy", well I don't know how but why?

I don't really understand it. How they just pass me by like water in a river. I don't understand how they now are able to overlook me like a small fish in a vast sea. They have changed since the last I saw them.

daniel stern is fucking petrifying

What does peace looks like?

Why must peace be a luxury? Why should our hearts yearn for care? What do we stand to gain from war? Why must we this suffering bare?

just what the title says. I'm diagnosed with anorexia, bulimia, anxiety, PTSD, and deppresion. you must wonder what goes through the head as someone as unstable as I. well, here's your opportunity. please enjoy ❤️

to some, a whisper is a scream.

A teenager. She's weird. They don't shower or brush their teeth enough. She loves music and hates herself. Everything is confusing. Welcome. This is my diary. I use she/they pronouns, please respect that. TW: Depression, Ed, trauma mentions, more to come.

I kinda just let the words flow ig

a young girl wanting to erase her life. after her parents fighting. her best friend leaving her. and for being who she is. ⚠️TW⚠️ mentions of pills. based of a true story. - s.r.

poems for all the words i can't say anything and everything goes. i write sporadically and about whatever i want. hence the title i've had the same compilation since the 6th grade, please skip to the better poems... (aka deep breaths and onward, objectively)

Yall don't know who I am and wanna keep it that way. This is my way to vent about my feelings and hopefully yall can give me advice on it all. I don't have a therapist, so I'ma be using this as it. I don't really know how to handle my feelings any other way. I will warn you this book might mention about suicidal thoughts, urges, embarrassing ass storys, intrusive and impulsive thoughts, gore details, every trigger you can think of and probably even more so beware. I just wanna get better.

All her life her mom kept away one of the biggest secrets that anyone could really keep away from their own daughter. But of course now her mom secrets caught up with her and now, and now She has to see the one person she didn't know exist. Not will she only experience the crushing truth, but she's also facing the fact that the one thing she believed in isn't real.

If you ever been put under pressure by your family or been looked at as "perfect". You should enjoy this.

The hold a bed has can never be broken to some of those who understand this poem will make perfect sense

No words needed.