Darkthoughts cerita

Some nightmares don't end when you wake up. They follow you. They sit in your chest, in your breath, in the way your eyes scan a room without you even realizing it. The chase doesn't stop just because your eyes open. The fear doesn't disappear just because the world is quiet again. It lingers-subtle, heavy, alive beneath the surface. This story is not about a man chasing someone through the dark. It's about what that chase means. It's about being misunderstood... blamed... unheard... and forced into survival mode when no one else steps in. It's about the silence of people who see you struggling and choose not to help. It's about the pressure of defending yourself in a world that has already made up its mind about you. And deeper than that-it's about abandonment. The kind that doesn't always look obvious. The kind that shows up in denial. The kind that leaves you questioning your reality. This is the story of what happens when fear and abandonment collide at the same time-when your body is running, but your mind is trying to make sense of something much bigger. Because monsters aren't born. They're built. One moment at a time. One experience at a time. One survival instinct at a time. And eventually... you don't just run anymore. You learn. You adapt. You control it.

"I cannot give you much, but i can give you my all" -Im Dani and this is a book for the people who stay up until 3am thinking about someone they love-

Poetry collection of all my thoughts. I am inspired from Emily Dickinson and The TV shows and traumatised characters that I love, mostly (dean Winchester from supernatural) and some of the characters in Marvel and of course, Jason Todd red hood from DC comic

Words that melt and molds the heart. My way of communicating through the ink of my pen. You don't want to miss it.

"What if" are the person's biggest regrets. When things could had gone to the ways you've imagine exactly as you've imagined. When things turn bad. You start to question, "Why?, What happened?, How?" Hear my thoughts.

Hey thanks for looking at what I had already done but I'm pulling what I have worked on until I can get it better situated. If you have any questions please let me know and I will be honest. This is a collection of poetry I have been working on for over a decade. As I collect these I will be editing them so bear with me as these go through some heavy changes.

"These hidden poems, previously kept to myself, now stand exposed to the world, a light for those who may find comfort or support in the shared experience of pain and trauma. Witness the dark realities of life through the lens of a writer unafraid to dive into the harsh world we live in."

dark thoughts I have late at night **trigger warning**

I just want to go back to the past, To September. When I thought everything was okay. Tw: Suicide, murder, psychopathic thoughts

I'm not quite sure what this is exactly but I do hope it turns out well - please do note however that as time goes by certain parts of this work might change or be added in different sections. This book is a sort of journal if you will where I pen whatever might come to mind at any given time, a little strange but hey life is strange after all isn't it? Highest ranking: #1 in Ponderings #31 in unusual

And sometimes it's all about you and me... ~~ I hide my secrets between words. What about you? ~~ There's not much inside; just poems I weaved out of thin air. Would you want to taste them? Featured by @WattpadPoetry in the Stygian Skies collection And by @CoffeeCommunity in the Potpourri collection

x~Sometimes quotes hit too close to home~x x~Sometimes I don't like to voice out my thoughts~x x~Sometimes I subtly ask for help~x x~Sometimes I use quotes to do that~x -𝙾𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐

Prose Collection

When someone dies, they probably stay dead for their loved ones. Even if they cherish the memories and their life, it's just that. A bond holding itself by one end, slowly washing away until it becomes only a memory. So what exactly happened to my soul when I died? ─━━━━━━━━ ⊱✿⊰ ━━━━━━━━─ "Vilem Neander was a respected man, always working hard for what he believed in together with the United Nations organization. Many would say that his type is rare in the current world, alway striving for the best. Be it for the people or himself, he believed in the good." "A shame such a young soul to pass, being only 30 years old and having a future to conquer." "Let his soul rest. And let's hope together that one day, his wishes come true." •#1 - Reflecting Ranking [12/2018]

I write sad poems. I wanted to share them. I'm not a native speaker. I also write sad poems in German.

just a bunch of poetry

"Do you want to go to the end?" "No, I only want to find the edge." Presley wants to leave that's all that she wants but having no where to go she decides to find the edge, the edge of it all, but sometimes the edge is too close to the end. FEEDBACK AND CRITISCM WANTED!!!! comment what u think or any questions u have and ill answer if it doesn't spoil the book

my heart, soul, and blood. flowing within these veins of chapters and digital ink are exactly those things. mingled with my thoughts; all of them, shamelessly. why don't you come along and hop onto this small self love journey? accompany myself and discover. enjoy. and love yourself just as much as i love you. a poetry book. COMPLETED | ©__alxx 2022

This just contains deep quotes/thoughts that one can relate too.

Harry learns the truth about Draco only to be obliviated. Can he recall the truth before it's too late?