Writingtocope Stories

When you have no words to describe the feeling deep inside.

This is a book of poems. ( which you could probably tell from the title) All of these are very personal, and I wrote them myself. They cover my thoughts and opinions that I wish I could share. I'm mostly using this to work through things, so it might get a lil' weird.

She was born in the cold. Raised on silence. Taught how to vanish without ever leaving the room. Stella doesn't shine. She burns quietly. This is not a story about healing. It's a story about what comes before. For the ones who never felt safe in their own skin. For the ones who survived by staying invisible. TW:child abuse, trauma, self-harm, addictions.

This is just a collection of things I've written. A lot of it is very vent-centric, so be careful and don't trigger yourselves besties Mainly dabble in poetry so yeah

This is personal writing. Not a debate. Not a discussion. Not open to fixing. Read if you want. Leave quietly if you don't.

"This is my work. This is my-" she cut herself off before she could say family. "It is far beyond that promotion and far beyond anything you could comprehend." "Wow," he shoved his hands in his pockets, looked at the ceiling. "Look, i'm sorry that-" he sighed. "This is clearly sensitive for you, and I apologize. I just think." She buried her face in her hands, "Just shut up." He scoffed. "Okay, now I might have to kill you."