Suicidalideation Stories

An Unlikely bond is formed between a depressed and homeless Kayoka and a beautiful yet lonely Momo when the two meet at Zen's Boba Palace, little did they know they had an entire future already painted for them. Will they admire that future together or will it go down in flames?...

A mystery in which Satan's brothers try to find out what's going on with him.

I promised myself not to get too close to those Google searches. I was also insomniac. And all those rules became meaningless anyway.

Nightmare, who has been dead for the last century, stumbles across a dying Sans in a destroyed au and takes him under his wing. Er, tentacles. From there, they start a band of rejects to get revenge on his brother. Sadly, said brother has other plans for them. That wont stop the shakily made team from bonding and having fun though! (AU where Killer is the leader of the 'Bad Sanses'. I own pretty much none of the characters)

i spent over an hour writing a Norton x Reader angst fic but it didnt save so now im just writing headcanons.

The snap heard 'round the world. Bakugou Katsuki travels to New York in search of some closure to the fact that his idols were responsible for his mother's death because they couldn't stop Thanos. Pic isnt mine(gotten off of google) but the cover was made by me in desygner

Papyrus is feeling down. He has been for a lot of his life, really. But how can he say anything? He's built himself up as "THE GREAT PAPYRUS" and god knows THE GREAT PAPYRUS never feels scared. Or worthless. Of angry. Or depressed. He's Papyrus, and Papyrus has to maintain what makes him him without worrying the others he cares about. Alphys is a wreck. Her past constantly haunts her, her anxieties filling her with great worry each day. They weight her down like metal balls strapped to her ankles. She was a monster, in more ways then one. When these two collide one night, what was once kept well sewn together begins to tear and unravel, changing their lives for better, or for worse.

‼️ READ TW BEFORE PROCEEDING And thus I close my eyes once more. Drip, drip, it flows. As I lay there and I've died a death, that'll never be selfless. ⚠️ Trigger warning: ⚠️ Description of bleeding to death, suicidal ideation (ish), blood, romanticising death oh what listening to lana del rey at 1 am does to a girl If you find other things worth mentioning here do say and they will be added. VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Do not read if you are not in the right headspace. Do take care. If you're reading this, then you're going to be okay someday. Your time to thrive will come <3 Much love.

Ive never had many long-lasting friendships, and none felt very real. Until now. Until Gerard, Mikey, Ray, and Frank. They're like a concept completely new to me, and they're wonderful. But will it really be enough to save me from my mind?

This story is a short novel that is based on me, called KYS, it talks about depression, anxiety, suicidal ideation, etc.

Welcome Home is a collection of poetry, of all kinds at random. Just follow along the titles and you'll be fine. I'll try to organize them as soon as I can. There are poems about good love, bad love heartbreak, loss of all kinds, LGBTQ+, racial subjects, opinions, and other subjects. I also take requests for what to write about, like certain subjects.

On October nineteenth, Dalia's older sister, Olivia, committed suicide. As Dalia and her family are left to handle funeral arrangements, Dalia can't help but feel guilty. After all, *she* had been the one to push her sister over the edge. Will Dalia be able to forgive herself and heal from this hurt, or will she possibly suffer the same fate as her sister? --- All of these characters belong to me!

Really lame poetry from a really lame girl. Poetry book one, 'Teeth', is complete. If you like it, hit that star. Comments are nice too. -M.

a fic i started on ao3. I havent updated in months. lowkey forgot about it for a while, but im hoping that crossposting it here will make me want to continue it bc ive been debating abandoning it. Im @The_crzy_crnbrry on Ao3. This is MY fic, I am allowed to repost it. Not you&lt;3 this will trigger people. trigger warnings: Self harm, suicidal ideation/attempts, recreation marijuana usage, general anxiety, descriptions on panic attacks/PTSD/in depth self deprecation don't read if you are sensitive to these subjects. New tags may be added or taken, this is still in the works, and I have no clue where I'm going with this. Also I plan on posting this to my tumblr idk when tho lolol) Also not entirely familiar with dead dove do not eat but Google said it means a way to tell readers to take tas srsly, I took it literally bc I'm #autistic lol Also, I'm shitty at remembering to write and have motivation so don't expect frequent updates. Not abandoned, I promise. I will tell you if I do, so if I haven't it isnt "I've always been the happy one. I try my best to be positive, and see through the gnawing gaps of despair caused by the aftermath of what happened, but fuck if it isn't hard. I truly try to be as happy as I was when I was younger. But it seems like ever since Mayhem (I love him, truly I do) came about, everythings gone downhill. Time continues to pass me by and no matter what I do it's never enough. I'm not enough. " A/N: I just realised i never told yall the hc im using for this lmfao- Raph: Transfem (she/they) sapphic asexual leo: transmasc (he/Him) bisexual Donnie: agender (They/it) biromantic demisexual Mikey: genderfluid (he/she/they) panromantic greysexual and mayyybbbeee poly (?????) and before yall go like bUt iF mIkEyS hAvInG sEx FoR dRuGs hE cAnT bE aCe SpEc- Shut up. shut tf up i dont give a fuck. theres such thing as using sex as a form of self harm, and you will see how this is prevelent later. suck my big fat wang.

A devastating romance that showcases grief and the long process of coming to terms with the death of a loved one. Deirdre, a newly widowed new adult who wants nothing more to follow their wife to the grave, grapples at the pieces of their reality and sanity. Lorelai, a fresh from the grave ghost, searches for ways to comfort their spouse from beyond the grave with no luck. That is until she meets a rambuntious who can both see and hear her.

You were trapped in an abusive relationship with no one to turn to, suppressing your powers until they exploded out of you. Your life turned around when Newt Scamander saved you from yourself and invited you to travel with him, but you're not in the clear just yet...

My diary as I struggle through depression, suicidal thoughts, and other varying mental illnesses. *TRRIGER WARNING* Mentions of suicide Eating disorders Depression Self-harm DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED!

A poem I wrote one sleepless night before school. TW// Denouncing medication and suicidal ideation//

This is a Queer Chicano teen story about love, grief, betrayal, forgiveness, and acceptance in general this is a very emotional story I'm barely coming back to this and actually trying so bare with me.

Characters belong to Rick Riordan; I do not claim ownership. Probably OOC. English is not my first language-beware of grammar and spelling mistakes! After the war with Gaea, Camp Jupiter is forced to reckon with countless changes: Jason's departure, the deaths of legionnaires, a shaken chain of command-and a praetor barely holding herself together. The Twelfth Legion struggles to recover from its losses. Rome demands leadership-unyielding, decisive, and willing to bear impossible weight. Hazel Levesque never asked to be involved. At fourteen, she is loyal, brave, and painfully aware of the cost of war-but Rome has never spared the young. As expectations rise and loyalties fracture, a new praetor is expected to command the Twelfth Legion. Will they rise to meet Rome's demands-or be crushed beneath them? Can they truly bear the responsibility of being one of the youngest praetors in Camp Jupiter's history? Will they lead the legion forward-or collapse under the weight of Rome's expectations? Will they be remembered as a great leader... or as an embarrassment? And above all: can they make a child of the Underworld earn the respect that was stolen from them at birth?