Cryingforhelp Stories

This is really the most traumatizing thing you will ever see. Most fanfics are not mine and I'm gonna give full credit to the creator. Its a Bungo Stray Dogs x Y/N thing but you were warned so keep scrolling if you don't want to be traumatized.Cedidts to @odasaku advocate(ia) on Pinterest!!

"Myla, who is at the age of 20. Hasn't had the most exciting childhood. She was abused by her father and picked on by most of her friends, her mother died two years ago from a terrible car crash coming home from a night out. Myla has two very close friends who she trusts, but will it last forever? Read more to find out."

I stood there, watching life and death blur together in a room full of silence. Four girls, cutting into their own arms like it was just another day. Their blood fresh, sharp, raw - and nobody around them noticing. Their mother, a shadow of a woman, moving through the world like she's already dead. Eyes vacant, slow steps, a heart seemingly frozen by numbness. At one point, I said, "I know that's your baby," and she smiled - a small, broken smile showing the gaps where her teeth used to be. For a second I saw she cared. I told her, "Keep your daughter close. This is urgent." She looked like a ghost, like a nurse who's seen too much, like she'd forgotten how to feel. And I felt the weight of the system failing, the adults failing, the world failing them. There I was, drowning in the depth of my own anxiety and depression, standing as the only lifeline I could offer. I've never seen anything like it - kids showing their cuts like trophies, like normal, like nobody cares. A young girl hugged me like I was hope itself. Another told me her friend overdosed, and it shook me to the core. This is a story of pain and raw reality. Of a world that ignores its own children. Of survival in silence. Of seeing things no one else can see. Brace yourself. Feel it. Every drop of it.

A girl who's being abused and the only thing getting her through is holding GOD's hand and praying she makes it through this life. As a Young girl my faith was shaking and ended up giving me fear and anxiety: describe the girl.

My father has bipolar disorder with psychotic tendencies and has been off of his med for nearly four months.... Though not everything in this poem should be taken literally, they are my genuine thoughts and feelings though many of them I would never act on.

I'm traumatized and I need therapy