Selfmutilation Stories

[Wattpad Ambassador #30DC August 2026] In a world full of noise, it's easy to feel invisible. To wonder if anyone notices your struggles, your dreams, or the person you're striving to become. The Invisible Me is a heartfelt journey through the shadows of self-doubt, loneliness, and failure, and into the light of self-discovery, connection, and purpose. Through raw honesty and relatable experiences, this book explores the battles we fight within ourselves-the unanswered questions, the stories we believe, and the quiet resilience we often overlook. It's a guide for anyone who has ever felt lost or invisible, offering practical steps and gentle encouragement to rediscover the power that lies within. As you turn the chapters, you'll uncover tools to rewrite your inner narrative, embrace failure as a stepping stone, and reignite the spark of your unique light. Each chapter is a reminder that you are not alone, that your story matters, and that even in the darkest moments, hope can be found. The Invisible Me is not just a book; it's a companion for those searching for meaning, strength, and connection. A beacon of light for anyone yearning to be truly seen. #1 in INSPIRATIONAL #1 in REFLECTION #1 in SELFMOTIVATION #2 in SELFHELP #2 in KEY

Theo and Mika are a match made in hell. Theo has already been through so much, and one person can only take so much. He'll break, and someday soon, and this is clear to anyone with a brain. But his best laid plans will be thrown out the window as something more important comes along: revenge, or better yet, survival. Mika is insane. Clinically. He sees things where there aren't any, hears words when none are spoken. And he's been waiting for so long for his mate, compared to everyone else in his pack at least, that he'd do anything to have him. Too bad Theo's terrified of being had.

Beratnya hati kita apabila ingin menegur kesalahan seseorang. Namun amar makruf nahi munkar adalah tanggungjawab seorang Muslim. Dan sampai bila kita hendak lari daripada tanggungjawab ini?

Mia and Noah had always been enemies until, one day, they are separated when Noah moves out of the city. After just a few days they start to miss each others teasing and notice they never really hated each other...

{DISCONTINUED} A puppet on a string. A discarded toy chained to wood. A monster in a cage. A robot glued in one place. A masked idol just trying to forget. Five freaks. Four trapped. One just wanting to save them. All put on show for the world to see.

> The walls still knew her name, but the voices inside had forgotten how to say it with love.

I've got scars on my body that nobody will see. My heart is broken and hard to fix. Demi is trying. I'm trying but will I fail and loose all that I've gained.

Title says it all.

Writing exercises done to help me become inspired. Based off of single lined prompts, which are the titles

few lines of self-sabotage

I have stayed silent for a while. But now I have decided to speak of what my life is like. Anonymously of course.

Behind my smile is a hurting heart. Behind my laugh , I'm falling apart. Look closely at me and you will see, The girl I am. . .isn't me . - Maddie Anderson

Pada suatu titik di mana kontrol kebahagiaan adalah milik netizen. Maka bertumbuh suburlah wahai luka-luka. Dan pada beberapa detik kemudian berderetlah tuduhan-tuduhan. Mereka, dulu adalah kawan. Kini, guru. Sebab merasa berhak memberi nilai. Lalu mereka memberi jarak. "Saya tak lagi mengenalmu," katanya. Bukan, sayang. Memang jalannya yang demikian. Aku harus melintasi kontur yang berbeda dengan kalian. Mengapa? Tak tahulah aku! Memang peta untukku demikian adanya. Jika tak lazim, itu pun bukan mauku. Mengapa pula kau hina aku tanpa jeda? Kau pikir aku pengendalinya? Payah betul! Jika iya, tentu dengan mudahnya akan kuatur pula pikiran kau, dan segala yang tampak lazim di semesta ini. Lalu kubuat kelaziman baru.

Self love is mandatory. Put yourself above everything. Love yourself.

scrambled words of a tangled tongue, struggles of an unfamiliar figure.

An actual letter I wrote to a woman I can't seem to let go. This is an attempt to bear all to her even though that ship sailed two years ago. It actually makes no sense in that I talk way too much about myself. I'm not sure what I was really trying to say, but whatever.

Am I real - or just fantasy? Have I ever existed - ever meant to be? In this landscape that has twisted me But has remained untouchable by me The only marks I have left Are upon my self The scars of pain and age rotting and crawling their way upon my flesh like a meandering river that leads to nothing filled with stagnant water and echoey regrets reflected destroying anything and everything that dares draw near clustered beneath a willow tree near the edge of infinity sit myselves and I Hiding in silence Waiting for the bloody waters to allow us release between the hills and the forest always in between. (and never seen, never gleaned) Never be, always me.

A short story about a married lesbian couple. Contains angst and no happy ending. Will do more with these characters if asked to. This is my first time writing a story with OCs. Have a good read! WARNING: SELF HARM, SUICIDE!

Lyrics/poem of mine