Self-destructive Stories

One Classification. One envelope. One million problems. Just two words will change your life forever. Alex knew what his was going to be. General Dom. Getting Caregiver would be the end of the world. High school was annoying enough, but taking care of a crying, disgusting, ear-shattering Little on top of that? Not a chance. Little does he know, what you want is never what you get. But damn it all. He was going to fight this Classification. No matter what. THIS STORY IS NOT BXB.

They loathe each other. Shoto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugo have been locked in a deathmatch since day one. Sworn enemies, fated rivals, forever foes-or whatever they want to call it. It's only a matter of time before the tension snaps. This story contains mature themes such as drug use, self-harm, and smut. #1 in todobaku #1 in bakutodo #1 in shototodoroki #1 in bakugoxtodoroki #1 in todorokixbakugo #1 in selfdestruction

(16+)!!!!! Marcus miał być idealnym dziedzicem. Wychowany pod czujnym okiem Ojca, przygotowywany do przejęcia rodzinnego dziedzictwa, znał swoje miejsce i swoje obowiązki. Dopóki nie zaczął popełniać błędów. Dopóki nie pojawił się Victor. Młodszy brat Marcusa jest wszystkim, czym on nigdy nie mógł być. Głośny, spontaniczny i kochany bez konieczności zasługiwania na to. Z każdym dniem coraz bardziej zagraża pozycji Marcusa, a wraz z nią jego kruchemu poczuciu własnej wartości. Bo jeśli nie jest perfekcyjnym synem Ojca, to kim właściwie jest?

"How long till you say-release me Kian, it's hurting?" "Hmph..." The mockery could scald me more than it could be smarting to someone for whom wounds were just a tenderness felt by neurons and not the mind. "As long as you don't say-'You have ruined my effort. Everytime.' Say Kian, 'You have wasted the life I have been trying to save.'" Another drop trickled down. "I..." "You may already have thought of it. Not once Kian... of all people, why did you have to have optimism for someone who drowned in the ocean of nihilism?" "Remini..." "Does calling my name deliver you from distress?" "Come with me..." My grip on her got relinquished, the heel of my hand-a rich mess of red. "I want to take you to a place-there was someone who resembled you somewhere. She loved the place so much." "Kian..." "Come with me. I want to take you to all the places she ever considered beautiful." -•⁠꒱⁠✿꒰•- Some meetings bring disasters. A messed up story. (Timeline: 1997) What happens when someone arrives to offer help and gets stuck in some other mess? The art professor who quit the only thing he was good at decides to restart sketching after getting a glimpse of the woman's life for who living itself was exhausting. Kian saves Rem. But he gets stucked in her traumas. [A man of uncertainty yet full of buried responsibilities; Kian is quiet, melancholic. A man of time and energy; Winston loves long journeys with Rhea. Sometimes he's a bit suspicious but he has patience. He scarcely loses his cool but when he does, it's bad. Once childhood bestfriends now lovebirds; Rhea, Winston's quiet and romantic wife. Loves stormy nights and rain. She has short temper. The reason why they fight often. Possibly? Rem; a girl of miseries-shattered, hollow.] Four characters-Four lives-Merged into one. 'Remini-of the word reminiscence.' #tragedy #melancholy #self-harm #alienation #romance #depression #sketchartist #misery #betray

Elvira Clifton wanders around between the real and spiritual world, as she's doomed to forever search for innocent lives to steal. Once a dreadful, cynical soul now cursed as a soul eater after committing the unforgivable sins due to her uncontrollable spiral of insanity and depression upon confiding in with the haunting terror of the devil. Is she truly sinful or was she so lost she saw no way out of her "visions"?

I pulled away from him, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. "Why are you doing this to me?" I choked out, my voice breaking against my own ribs. "Why won't you just leave me alone?" "Leave you alone?" His voice was soft, almost amused, but every syllable hit me like ice against bone. "I'm nowhere, Liza. I'm not in this room. I'm not in your world. I'm buried in your thoughts. Woven so tightly into your mind that you taste me every time you breathe." He tilted his head as he approached, eyes glinting. "Pathetic, isn't it? The way you cling to the memory of me. Look at you." His gaze dragged down my trembling hands, my crumpled posture. "So weak. So utterly miserable." "I hate you." My nails biting into my palms as I fought the tremor in my voice. "Hate me?" Adrian's mouth curved, but there was no real smile there-just something dark. "No, Liza. You don't. You can't." He came even closer, close enough that I could feel the phantom warmth of the man he used to be. "I broke you. I betrayed you. I shattered everything you trusted." He leaned in, lowering his voice to a whisper that scraped along my spine. "And yet here you are... still reaching for me." His eyes locked on mine-merciless, "Not for the nightmare I've become. Not for the ghost that haunts you. No. You still ache for the real me. The me you loved. The me you're still begging to come back."

Everyone said Tom Riddle made people believe they could be extraordinary. No one ever asked what it cost. A story inspired by Sienna Spiro's song Pure.

Keiji, a young Mythic, struggles to make ends meet without the help of his merchant father. He opens a small shop in Moon Bay, California selling protection spells and healing herbs. Alternatively, Alex, a werewolf training to be an EMT, comes home for the summer. He is content to overcome the stereotypes of werewolves, being labeled as aggressive and hostile. The two of them overcome their struggles by coming closer together.

"SHE LIFT ME UP" is a raw, spiritual poem that explores a soul's rescue from the brink of psychological and moral collapse. Through a sequence of dark, hypothetical confessions ("I could have"), the author reflects on how close they came to self-destruction, falsehood, and overwhelming guilt. The narrative shifts dramatically at a breaking point of total surrender, where the speaker finds salvation by turning to a nurturing, feminine divine consciousness. Signed under the moniker Ogbese Meji, the work subverts traditional masculine religious frameworks, celebrating the receptive and grounding power of the sacred feminine to heal, elevate, and restore mental peace.

Some feelings rot in silence. Some love stories never become stories at all. The Words I Will Never Say is a collection of raw, intimate literary pieces about longing, grief, love, anger, memory, and the unbearable weight of things left unsaid. Written in moments of vulnerability and overthinking, these pieces explore what it means to feel too much in a world that teaches people to stay quiet. For the ones who loved softly, lost deeply, and carried entire conversations in their heads long after the goodbye. These are the confessions, apologies, and truths that never made it past my lips.

Lyrei was always good at being alone. Always absent from social gatherings and half listening every superficial conversation between people her friends forced her to hang around with. While hiding from a party at the back balcony she met him - dark circles and bruised knuckles, a scar under his eye and cigarette smoke all around him. His name was Ishor and from the moment she laid her eyes on him she could tell there was more to him than a damaged guy selling drugs to get by. The idea of getting to solve the mystery of him ran deep into her thoughts even though she knew he would do her no good. But curiosity never killed a cat, did it?

Keith loved Shiro. Just think about how he would have felt when the words "Kerberos mission failed, ship crashed, all members presumed dead" flashed along the bottom of every television program? While you're thinking about that, think of the fallout from that. the entire year after Keith was so distraught that he dropped out of the academy and went on a self destructive streak, only keeping himself alive by following primal instincts, surviving on three hour sleep cycles, skipping meals, and finding escapes to the pain! Then Imagine when that ship crashed on earth. How much hope it would have inspired in Keith. What Lance would have thought, seeing Keith and Shiro together, after nearly a year of what he didn't know was meaningless sex. That's the emotional rollercoaster we're about to take a trip down.

She's lost and Depressed and today it all fell on her.

A short poem about being exploited by your blood. Hope, despair, disgust, anguish all emotions at once. The feeling of inflicting self harm, blaming oneself for suffering. Broken is a poem about a girl and how her family exploits her.

A vent story where I talk about my journey through self harm and my struggle of addiction. Please be warned that this mostly involves self harm so if you're not comfortable with this topic then don't read!! I plan to talk about how I started and also my experiences of self harm in the four years that I've dealt with it. I'm also going to be very descriptive with things so if you don't like that or it becomes too much then please stop reading as it is important to remember to take care of yourself!! 💜💜 Please enjoy reading!

Poem about social media usage...

An ongoing collection of prose pieces reflecting upon the urge to indulge in self-destructive behaviors.

No matter how great his achievements were, someone was always better than him.

There are times I don't want to get out of bed, simply because I know I wont feel anything anyways. These are poems produced by those days. My third book of poetry.

Welcome. This will be a collection of poems written by different people over the next few months. For now, here is a taste of what i have written on my own. Justin Weaver, You Are Art.