Suicidenotes Stories

La tristeza es, a veces, solo un estado del arte.

Suicide notes

I'm very Depressed but never show it and I want to write little notes to the people I love and hate in case... don't say I'm seeking attention I just want my loved and hated ones to know how I felt about them and maybe more

ephemeral. /ɪˈfɛm(ə)r(ə)l,ɪˈfiːm(ə)r(ə)l/ « adjective » "lasting for a very short time." --- ⚠ tw: deals with topics like suicide, sexual harassment, vivid depression and domestic abuse. ⚠ ©all rights reserved. 2021 (vaulce) : current cover by me - [01/06/2021] ~ [16/06/2021] - [17/06/2021] ✓ +🥈 place in @theunoiacommunityawards

The title and cover keep glitching off so sorry if that happens *Extremely short chapters, 100% fake characters and events*

Short notes from him to her and back. Short prose.

Dive to grief till depression covers you so to Love cutting your wrist

Love happened to me once. Came with resounding thuds, but withered away like this mist that lifts up during dawn. Read "My brush with death" to know more. ------- Story written by: Lohithaksha S Edited by: Nivetha Sivasamy Cover design: Lohithaksha (myself)

of words, thoughts, emotions scrambled into a hotplate of poetry of love, heartbreak, sadness, and things i regret but cannot change.

The end of everything.

I own the cover, this is just a book. A readable book, a book for thoughts, poems, or writer blocks. I am glad to share with you, please do not fear, you can share too. I'll be happy as can be but honest in our reality. Feel free to check, to read, to love, or to hate.

My name is Jerome Robert Aceti and this is the story of my life. It all started in my sophomore year, the year I found him.

Fictional extracts from love letters, suicide notes, or both. Inspired by the slam poem by Doc Luben.

What will be yours? send in your thoughts/rants/notes

"What does depression feel like?" He whispered to her in the pitch black. The girl tensed then relaxed her muscles. She watched her feet shuffle as she breathed in and out into the cool winter night. "it's like drowning." She looked up into his eyes "only everyone around you is breathing"

My notes. I am writing them a bit differently. I plan to have a notebook. Kind of like this one. It will have all the things those people who eventually find my body will read

What happens when Class 1-A starts to randomly receive suicide letters from someone in their class? Will they figure out who it is in time? Will they be able to save their classmates life? This story is inspired by Letters by @_Somteul_ None of the art is mine. TW: -Blood -Self-Harm -Death