Dpression Stories

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Based on Alec Benjamin's song "the way to nowhere" This story is about two different people on their way to nowhere. hope you like ;)

Deep thoughts and poems from the admin's head

foxy and mangle both have sad pasts.foxy lost his parents to a shootout and lives with his sister, and now they moved to a small apartment in a new town. Mangle is an only child with both her parents, but her parents hate and abuse her every day, making her extremely depressed. Will Foxy find out about Mangle, will he be able to help her? How can he fix something broken that can't be fixed? Cover made by littlefuzzgamer

Gwen is in prison for assult, kevin is living with ben, rook is worrying about ben and ben is struggling with something. What is it?

All the lies, broken promises, and sad endings in one story...

Poems for a friends who I soon will find out, what the truth is

You probably shouldn't read this.

Her Name is Skylar she sometimes likes people to call her Sky. She's 5'6 black hair green eyes. Skylar can get very fed up very easily, she can give up if she believes she's not doing well. She'll inflict self hate on herself and that will cause her to become very negative to herself and sometimes everyone around her. 'Famous' that word pisses Skylar off so much famous people are stuck up they think they can get away with everything cause they are famous, they have money and girls crawl all over famous people. Shouldn't they find something better to do? Like people love the famous One Direction, but they don't have the right opinion they're famously selfish and stuck up snobs. She is trying to follow her dream of becoming a singer to inspire and save lives, but how can she when every famous person is just so selfish and stuck up? She hates every selfish famous person because they tend to brag, nag, think they can get whatever they want, and hurt others without noticing, and when they are told they are selfish for hurting others they make a commotion and cry *boohoo*. What will happen when Skylar gives her opinion about them? I guess we'll have to find out... I'm Skylar Alexandria King and this is the beginning of my story. •Being written still• This is being written by me ●Maddie Venoy●

Poetry, depression, thing will get better in the end I love all of you if things still aren't good… it's not the end.

A book full of emotions and things I feel. I hope you find refuge from the world in my house of feelings. Here you will find love, sadness, hatred, passion. Anything that pulls on my heart. I hope you may find what you're looking for... Pictures do belong to me

Just some poems and short stories about my life, love, hate and anywhere in between. Hope you like.

this is some stuff in my camera roll that I want to show so my feelings aren't all bundled up inside anymore

honestly, I made this book to maybe help people who just are in the dumps and need someone to talk to. it was also made to trash my emotional dumps on here and to actually help people unlike some other authors I've seen to just gain popularity. hope this actually helps someone p.s if youd like to talk to anyone at all, or to just quickly vent to, my pm's are ways open but I might not respond just on time so sorry about that:) Just a little reminder, the mature rating is off because there's only one chapter with it and there's a warning on top, other than that the book is alright I believe

cold and alone I sit crying my palms drenched in my tears. just a few days ago I was a normal 12 year old attending st. Andes high school in kingston, Jamaica but that all changed when he came back... this he I'm referring to is my step father who had left us three years ago to live with our mentally unstable mom who had suffered three years of brutal abuse in her previous marriage. we all thought he would have helped ... we thought he would have gotten mom back up on her feet ... filled in the space of our dad. but we were wrong. we had opened the door to a cold hearted drug addict who stopped at nothing to get what he wanted and if he wasn't being hunted for by the police he was doing what he would often to refer to 'just business' and what I translated into cold hearted murder. *BEEP * *BEEP* my alarm clock rang. it was seven thirty, monday morning my eyes flickered opened followed by a long slow yawn I jumped out of bed and started my day with my daily food search.

I never thought I could be helped. I thought I would remain damages forever , and the only was the help was to not think, feel...hear. And the only way to do that was if I wasn't here anymore.. If was dead. Alexis Jamie Dawood had suffered all her life. She thought death would be the end to her misery, but all she needed was an angel, to answer her silent prayers. That angel is..... Find out in my first book

A collection of poems dating from 2013-2023. This is the artistic representation of my life and my struggles with mental illness. A romanticized synopsis of what it means to be a teen trying to find where they belong and who they are supposed to become.