Suicidewarning Stories

You were on the rooftop, about to end it all, when suddenly, while you were jumping, you turn back and see a young girl, also about to jump. As you make eye contact with her, something strange happens to the world and the girl disappears, as if she just glitched out of existence. ── •✧• ── "Hey! Quit standing there, c'mon! We got a god to visit! I'm only helping you because we're in similar situations ok!?" ── •✧• ── DISCLAIMER! This is a revamp, or well remake, of my earlier story! Unlike the previous, this one is gonna be mainly original. I thought the other one was really cringey and a lot of concepts were unoriginal.

they always tell me I'm not alone, but why haven't they shown me? Am I a ghost when I feel sad?

I'm not entirely sure at the moment. I'm just trying to get some ideas out.

[Completed] Why is it that no matter how many times I go back, I can never seem to save you? ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ A Bakudeku story ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ TRIGGER WARNING! This is the largest sensitive-topic book I've written, so warning for bad writing. Contains: Depression Trauma Self-Harm Suicide Swearing Death Gore ⬇ ⬇ ⬇ I'm sorry if you don't like it, but PLEASE no hate (I'm nervous about even releasing this book...). Besides that, I'm really excited to start this- this is my most favourite ships in the universe!!! Be potates! ~Spud🥔

this is a story i wrote for English WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! THIS STORY CONTAINS SUICIDAL CONTENT AND CUTTING! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES! IF SENSITIVE IT IS ADVISED THAT YOU DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. i don't know why but i felt like sharing this.

This story follows a 14 year old girl named Triste Peur and her struggles with depression and anxiety. (Pronounced Treest)

Vincent, the alleged murderer of up to 6 children, is now working at the place of death itself. Without any family or relatives to go to, he is flat broke, and needs a job.. When others start to join. he doesn't exactly know what to do.. "As long as you don't get in my way, we will stay together forever."

Wait wtf does this mean

'she said i only love my bed and my mama im sorry' 'what am I now?'

romantic, sad, or romance with a touch of sad. <3 some of these are made up in my head, and some are from you guys, of course, with your permission, just message me.

I'm to lazy to put a description just read the story for a description👍

These are just little drafts n such that I make and will post on here. If you want, like and comment! Feedback is always appreciated!

A girl dies a tragic death but what no one knows is that her best friend Jake can now see her spirit. Where will this new information take them? How will it effect their friendship? Who all will find out?

After his daughter commits suicide, Jaimee Cruz finds her final diary entry and the true reason for her planned demise. Ursa Dyston finds her son dead in the bathtub, his wrist slit. But nothing is as it seems when Dianna Cruz and Pharoah Dyston both wake up in their coffins as alive as they were the hours before their parents found them, both dug up and placed in a house with many mysterious characters. Is the place really as nice as it seems?

Freshman year she had a group of friends and it grew the next year. But by junior year, everything was slowly falling apart and everyone was leaving her.

Robbie and Kosta have nothing in common. Robbie is known as the 'emo kid' and only really has one true friend right now. Kosta is known as the 'sporty kid' and has tons of friends that are mostly from basketball. They only have one thing in common. They are madly in love with someone who has nothing in common with them.

An emotional three person story. An African American cop struggling to stay in his line of duty, trying to keep a supportive job for his wife and two kids. A soon to be mother who feels unable to connect with her family due to her religious beliefs. And a young teen girl who is allowing her mental struggles to take a hold of her... "Despite how different places can be, and no matter how far apart they are, the bridges connect them."

Female reader - Jacksepticeye I am worthless. That's what they tell me, at least. I am ready. Ready to give up. I cut. I deserve to be this way. I am not worth the small space I take up. I a m y o u.