Silenttears Stories

Silent Tears is a short story complication of a lonely person trying to get through life. They struggle with many things and most of them are going inside their own head. The person they are referring to as 'you' can be many different people. Some stories are real and some are not. And the people and places and timelines keeps changing so I advice to read them without linking them to each other too much. Some have really obvious links to each other. Trigger Warning: May contain self harm and suicidal thoughts. You have been warned.

She sat in the corner of her room while crying silently. No one know her pain. No one cares about how she feels. No one, except herself.

Hey there, I just made this cuz I wanna write something... Lame excuse ig😅 but yeah I do write poems and quotes too And I just wanna write some random things . . And yeah a warning ⚠ Some topics might be triggering Includes death, suicide and depressing thoughts too. . . Anyway, pms are always open feel free to talk And I will love to help people who r sad and hving problems, always there for ya❤️

Welcome to my personal Hell. Here, the words are so sharp, they'll cut you open without remorse. The environment here is sustained by your screams. The air is thick with guilt and silence. Don't worry, though. Those twisted, black creatures you see walking around ?? They are the guardians here, my own personal demons. But they won't harm you, oh no. They will only mess with your emotions, get you to doubt yourself and wish you were dead. The darkness here is oppressive, yet there's light all around. It's a ghost town, eerily silent and calm. But little do you know... It's only the calm before the storm...

Guys, I can't tell if I'm a sad writer or just a sad person. Enough about me. No one cares, right?? But I care about you enjoying the poems I've written for you *sobbing*. So grab a tub of ice cream and a box of tissues, and dive right into it! Highest ranking : #2 in Silent tears 🌠

**I am in a silent corner... Where there are things, but there is a void in the heart. I am breathing, but my heart... I have become a road long ago, Towards a city where there is only me... My desires... and my freedom. Sometimes my heart feels like - Leaving everything... Go on those roads where no one is known, Where at some unknown turn I just meet myself. But around every dream, There is some nameless body... Which is only felt, never shown. My path was different from all others... I took some turns by my own decision, And some paths were taken from me by time. The laughter that I never got in the gatherings, I lived it in solitude and with books. And now... A new path is looking towards me. Again the same solitude, the same journey... But this time... I will live life, not just by reading books. I don't want peace... I just want a small heaven... Where I can live for myself, Without hindrances, without fear. I am still here... But my heart is broken. And one day... I will also reach there... Where not only my name will be there... There will be my story."**

"Only a weak person needed someone around all the time." -Sarah Dessen ** I closed my eyes, my plan was to quickly rest my eyes for ten seconds, but my body decided to betray me and fall back, seeking for rest. I was caught and lifted up, My head that held a mind out of a control rested against his chest, one arm across my stomach while the other dangled, "Don't leave me tonight," I whispered, "please." The darkness became a new friend of mine, a friend I was going to keep for a while. I had already fell in. Once you fell in, it was hard to get out. Not that I tried anyway.

A girl who always kept to herself and never showed her broken spirit, her broken heart, her broken self. Trying to hide her true sorrow through a hard exterior and putting up walls she thought weren't breakable, that nobody ever bothered to look over, to see if her true self resided beyond the barriers she had learnt to surround herself with. Can she find a breakthrough within herself, with the help of others? Or a special someone or two who are lost trying to find their way in the form of each other? Will they find their salvation? Will they be each others keys to opening their vaults or will they continue to surrender to their Silent Tears. All Rights Reserved! AraZee_ Back at it Again!

They say life will never give us something we can't handle and maybe it's true, maybe the challenges we face can only make us stronger not break us down. But some of us just ain't that strong, we don't come out of it stronger...... We don't come out at all. Some of us are forced to give up because as much as we want earth.....earth doesn't want us. For Clarice, living as a Nigerian black girl in a foreign land is a nightmare, she struggled to pull through each day, she is bullied and hated by her peers, for her everyday was a struggle but she held tight to edge of the rope, wondering if she could be saved. If her cry for help could be heard in her silence

"Sometimes strength is silent. Sometimes healing begins with tears." A quiet, emotional unraveling of a woman who finally lets go of the weight she's carried for too long. This piece isn't just about pain-it's about release, and the quiet courage it takes to feel.

Many people are being judged for being depressed instead of comforted so I'm writing this just to let you know you are not alone, there is someone out there that is just for you and you are gonna find him/her someday.

Story about a girl who had a rough past. A boy adore by many The past haunts the girl and she's doing everything in her Will not to let anyone know He trying to break through the wall she built around her and help her. Will he give up? Will she let him in and save her? P.S this story was made when i was younger with a very bad grammar and english....but I promise my other books are alot more better at least

This poem is an abstract view of her life She held the truth between her breasts. Which led her to her death The life of this world is only a deceiving enjoyment ❤

Just random thoughts that I can't freely tell people around me...

If only someone had asked... maybe the pain wouldn't have felt this heavy." These pages hold the parts of her heart that were ignored- the silent ache, the questions left hanging, and the love that forced her to stay strong even when breaking. This is where she writes what she never said aloud. A quiet story of endurance, soft wounds, and a woman who kept loving... even when no one knew how much it cost her.

A girl is lonely and broken