Innerwar Stories

ʀᴇɪɴᴠɪɢᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴀʟ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ. ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏss. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇss. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴇʀɪɴɢ & ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ. [ Nᴇᴡ Sᴛᴏʀʏʟɪɴᴇ Cᴏᴍɪɴɢ Sᴏᴏɴ! ]

" When I was a kid, I wanted to be older. This shit was not what I expected!.." I heard of ISIS, I heard of terrorists attacks, I heard of 26/11, I heard of civil war...but I never knew I would go for a war within myself!

Where bright is dark... And silence speaks louder than fate. Three castles. One heir. A shadowed past. A throne waiting to burn. She never asked for a crown. But destiny doesn't ask-it commands. By Ash - a scar of the fire...

...a reservoir of secrets and messed up emotions

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Just another book of poetry 'if you can call it that'

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭; 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘕𝘰-𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥.

Everything is blurry, sounds, smells, thoughts. I feel like I'm floating. Floating in an ocean, but hands are trying to pull me up and down, like I'm the rope in a game of tug a-war, the water the line. Right now the hands pulling me down are winning, but I don't want to go with them. The deeper I go under water, the less I can see, the blurrier everything is. The further the sun is, the darker and colder it gets. Now as I slowly sink down a cold creeps in me, a cold I'm afraid of. A cold that threatens to take me, to eat me, and its already taken a bite.

All about Beelzebub Binsfeld!

🌘 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝕺𝖋 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖘 By Maren Thorne It begins in the chest-tight, sharp, silent. No exit. No voice. Just pressure. This isn't a story. It's a war fought behind closed doors and smiling faces. A collection of poems born from sleepless nights, invisible wounds, and the silence that follows the storm. These verses are carved from breathless moments-when the noise inside grows louder than the world outside. A quiet scream on paper. A soft place for those who never found one. For the ones awake at 4 a.m., heart pounding like a warning. For the ones who wear their smile like armor. For the ones still here. This is for you. ⚠️ Content Warning: This collection contains themes of anxiety, panic attacks, self-harm, suicidal thoughts, and emotional numbness. Please read with care.

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𖤐 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤, 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮. 𝘈𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘴 𝘶𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯. 𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰

Hey, have ever feel some inner conflict like stuff? If yess then checkout this book for see how i make this in form of friction story. And if noo then also read this book for see a teenager's psychology Small update that this story 1 chapter starts with 23th april 2022 and its will giving after 2 chapter per week hope u like it and support it

An unspoken ache encrypted in verse - where understanding is not claimed, but proven through pain.

"An Unnamed Relationship" is not meant to be read lightly.. It is meant to be felt- by those who have loved deeply, remained invisible, and learned that some relationships never receive a name, only scars... - Written by Dr. KK

A small spot on depression/bipolar disorder daily struggle.

Ethan used to live with a strong mindset. He had his own world, built from silence, focus, and deep understanding. But that world isn't the same anymore. It cracked. It faded. Now, he's standing in the middle of what's left, trying to figure out who he really is. This is a story about what happens after your strongest self begins to fall apart. It's not about fantasy or pretending to be okay. It's about the real battle between the person you used to be and the one you're still trying to become. If you've ever felt like your mind was slipping or your purpose was fading, this story might feel familiar.

🝮 [ Welcome to Asmodeus. This is overall my cover photo for this character but I'd like to take a moment and go into some depth. This is very important! Some of these subjects may be triggering. Asmodeus is the sin of Lust and I have a very different take. Asmodeus struggles with things like: Self Image, SH (Angel Blades/Burning) and Dysphoria. The tales here are going to involve a lot of talk about self image and body. Asmodeus struggles a lot with his looks, image and purpose. As the writer of Asmodeus and all others here on my account, I never have any intent on harming my readers. So please, read this as a warning and know that Asmodeus is very much so my character that portrays some of my own self image issues. Much love, Wojtek. ]