Depressive Stories

In dit verhaal gaat over de dochter van Milo. Er zijn heftige dingen gebeurd in haar leven waardoor ze mentaal niet goed In haar vel zit. "Papa? Wat als het nooit goed komt." (Ik wil niet te veel spoilers nu geven) ⚠️TW⚠️ In dit verhaal komen verschillende heftige dingen voor bijvoorbeeld. -zelfbeschadiging -eetstoornis -verkrachting -seks -roken, vapen en drugs -heftig schelden ook met kanker En nog andere heftigen dingen dus als je daar niet tegen kan lees het dan asjeblieft niet en als je ergens mee struggled heb je altijd de kindertelefoon waarmee je kan appen/bellen en anders stuur je mij een appje via wattspad. Ik ga proberen om regulier te plaatsen maar ik weet het niet zeker. VEEL LEES PLEZIER!

" Hidup mereka indah, kenapa hidup gue ga seindah mereka?. " -Alara lyorin-

Sebelum membaca, coba perhatikan posternya. Apa yang kalian rasakan dan apa yang kalian bayangkan setelah melihat poster itu? cerita ini akan mengisahkan seorang guru muda dengan hiruk pikuk permasalahan hidupnya pasca kejadian traumatis yang menyebabkannya harus melalui banyak masalah dan cobaan ketika dirinya di diagnosa depresi mayor. Lantas apakah ia berhasil mengembangkan resiliensinya? Bagaimana ia menghadapi semua permalasahan dari dalam diri dan lingkungan sekitarnya? " On the way " yang artinya dalam perjalanan " This is not the end " adalah inti dari on the way tersebut So... Mohon dukungannya dan komentar teman-teman semuanya yaaaa :-D Happy reading ;-D (Masih on going)

Poetry I wrote during the length of a 5 year on and off relationship

Izuku is a smart handsome sweet kind and very talented boy with four quirks, but he is more than what you think , growing up without a parent and abuse at the orphanage he is a boy who embraces independence at age 13 , he who never learned how to love or feel emotion despite having a smile that hides his true self , he search and search for something that could fill up his empty hearth, until one day he finally found it, Izuku x cute boy OC ⚠️ warning yandere killing obsessed possessive murder LGBTQ Smut

a collection of poetry and prose from the brain of a sick teenage girl. **** editing ©️sml, 2015-17

If I had another chance to live, I would reveal the cause of my death. I didn't die by suicide. I was killed! *** In her fragmented life, NADYA ANDERSON still has everything; parents who love her even though they are no longer together, an adorable love story like in a romantic novel because JASON SMITH - her best friend secretly loves her and popularity at school because she is active in various activities. Everything changed one hundred and eighty degrees when suddenly Nadya died. She died, but her spirit did not. Her spirit is intact, floating around to find out the cause of her death.

basiclly a horrible story written by me. about green day. mostly billie. my story sucks. okbye.

Just this and that

Czech poems, handwritten by two authors N. & K., translated into English.

this story is about a transgender boy who only wants someone to love him as when a new boy to the school shows him love and takes care of him because his parents are always high like kites and never feed him, buy him clothes, being there for him as they always beat him, sell him, and other treble things (if you are sensitive this story is not made for you)

"All you need is smile on your lips, love in your heart and all the pieces will start to make sense" Jennifer always said this, whenever she was feeling down. * * * Meet Jennifer, the confident and the beautiful 17 year old girl with lots of hidden secrets that she doesn't even know about. What could they be? Meet Jake, the smartest and kindest of all 19 year old boy with a cute little dimple, waiting for his life to get better. What makes his life not good enough? * * * They weren't quite similar in anything except both of them needed love, a romantic love. Read to find out what there destiny holds.

It's about the poems I made

Here is some of my quotes Enjoy

gon*er / gôner /* noun * ; a person or thing that's doomed or can not be saved. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- depressive poems , quotes , lyrics and bullshit . A/N ; 90% of those aren't written / made up by me , I don't own them.

Locking yourself up, listening to music and creating your own world, isn't going to help you. I've been there, in fact, I'm still there. Trying to get out of this dark, solid, small room. GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE! I'm sorry for that rude interruption. I've been stuck here for years and can't find my way out. All I have to say to you guys, besides read this poem filled story, is that there is hope. You may be hanging from that tree branch right now, about to slip into a huge pit of lava, but I'm here to hold you up and give you life again. Don't waste such a priceless life because you're lost. Find your way through, FIND THE DAMN DOOR AND DO WHAT YOU'RE MADE TO DO! That's what we're made to do. Find our path through the forest and live it. REMEMBER, if your heart monitor isn't having it's ups and downs, then you would be dead.

Hope you like it😀😀😀

A collection of poems and quotes... All written by me. It's more like my feelings and how I view the world/life from my perspective. I actually posted it on the Facebook a looonggg time ago under my alias, but stopped. So, decided why not publish here? I still write these days but not frequently... Bear in the mind, THERE ARE A LOT OF GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES since I'm writing these a long time ago. I didn't wanted to change the mistakes because it will ruin the originality. WARNING: ALMOST 65% OF THESE ARE DARK, SAD, DEPRESSING. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! You can use these if you want, but please give CREDIT to ME

being poor wasn't as bad as other people would say it. me and my family are poor but we were happy cause we live between dreams and hopes. but our dreams and hope shattered when my fathered died. me and my mom didn't know what we will do since my mom couldn't get a job. but then a lovely couple gave my mom a job, there wasn't any payment or salary but they were willing to give us shelter, food, education for as long as we needed it, and that's was all we needed. moving in their house, a new hope rose. but then I met Xavier Akim, their son. he was bad in anyways you can explain it but there was no explanation for his awful behavior, he destroyed every hope and dreams I had. he has a good home, a happy family, but for no reason, he was just a bad boy. sometimes I would wonder, maybe it was the fact that everything he had was too god that he had to be bad. from age 11, I was in hell with Xavier. my name is Carter Benetton and I am slave to the badboy.