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The Blood Book

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I'm known for being cheerful, kind and sweet but there is a dark side to my mind which I'm now willing to share! I hope my words bring solace to someone and maybe if you thought you were alone with your murky mind...you're not!

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Detachable by DinaParks

Losing someone or something is not a choice or something it's predicted. It just happens. You cannot know when it will happen. The worst part of it all is that you can't get it back. Once it's gone, there is no turning back. You truly see how much love and appreciation it deserved, but cause you were so live careless you never gave the tendance it should have gotten. You think to yourself over and over again, where did you go wrong? If you did just one thing differently would everything change? Would the end change? Sadly it won't cause the truth is, the end will come. It doesn't matter if it is sooner or later, but it will come and nothing else will mater. There isn't a happy or sad ending, there just an end. The cruel faith will eventually come and take everything from you, in a blink of an eye. So just live.

Maybe? - A Kryoz x Reader by glxssynarvi

(THIS BIO MAKES NO SENSE, I'M ONLY KEEPING THIS STORY CUZ SOME COMMENTS ARE FUNNY ASF AND THIS STORY HAS DONE WELL) [COMPLETED] Y/n breathed in. And breathed out. She was nervous, her nerves were getting to her. "You'll be okay..." Y/n sighed. Y/n closed her eyes... And jumped. (TRIGGER WARNING FOR SELF-HARMERS AND LIGHT-MINDED PEOPLE!! MANY ROUGH TOPICS COVERED, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS!!) [16,588 Words Total in this story]

as long as there's forever EP by Exequinne

I would not mind leaving this hell for another. Because I could not care less if I throw away my life of failure and inadequacy as long as you were with me. I was another stranger, another faceless being in the tapestry of your dreams. And you held my heart like a guitar peg, twisting and twisting until I snapped. Playing with my strings until my sound tore to shreds and I vanished into the mere noise of the world. And I did not mind it. Because when you met my eyes, I thought I saw myself reflected in yours. But it was not me who was there. It was my own hell. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2023 (First Edition) [10,000 - 15,000 words] [All graphics are made by @sardonictabby] C/TW: Contains discussion about suicide and depression. Read at your own risk.

I Want You by Emily_Hail

Hi, I'm Hallie; I am 17 years old and I went through depression from the Abuse I got from my father. You know the usual, feeling as if you're the only person who won't feel loved in life, that nobody's going to care for you, the one in school that's bullied. The only person who has ever asked if I was okay, was my mother. But that was over eight years ago. Yes I was getting abused by my father for over eight years My appearance is different from what you may think. I have long brown hair, grey eyes like my mother's, I'm kind of tan, my height is 5'3. Yes, I am short as well. I'm half Irish, a third Italian and half German. One thing is certain though, I was a burden to everybody who has ever spoken to me. I have no friends and basically this all changed due to me being late for school one day.... ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜~ -Mature scenes -Abuse -Sexual Assault -Drugs -Alcohol -Mention of Suicide -SelfHarm -Violence ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ If you are ever having any issue with Self-Harm, a friend is or your just worried about someone. These are some places you can contact. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline- 1800-273-8255 Mobile Crisis Line- 704-566-3410 The Crisis Text Line- 741-741 Domestic Violence Hotline- 800-799-7233 Text START to 88788

Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader) by beg0neth0t

(Sequel to 'You Break Me') Life is once again spiraling down for (Y/N), just we she thought she got her stuff together. Being kidnapped, starved, bruised and overall mistreated, (Y/N) thought this was the end, but it's just the beginning. "I don't wanna die, Mark..." "You're not gonna die, (Y/N). You're not gonna die." He repiled, placing his hand on mine. "Live for me." STORY INCLUDES: Depression Suicidal thoughts Abuse Self harm And Markiplier DON'T READ THIS BOOK IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO THESE TOPICS...because things are about to go downhill...

Cold Water by adaline_meadows

[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

Noah (Obsessions in Overdrive #1) by MarcelinePierson

I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

To Be by AlexiaRichardson

Death could be so unpredictable, am I right? You see I never really pictured how I'll die. My life was okay, or as okay as okay could be for me. Haunted from my past. Always pretending. Except with Adrian. My Adrian. With him I can be happy. But then everything changed. And now I'm dying, slow and painful. Now, what led to all this? I'll tell you only if you're daring enough to read my story. Well, are you? *#197 in young love 12/26/19* *#222 in young love 5/10/20* *#270 in young love 12/3/20* *#55 in yafiction 3/29/21 *#18 in yafiction 4/01/21 *#16 in yafiction 1/24/22 *#44 in yafiction 11/11/22 *#25 in yafiction 3/13/23

Monsters Inside My Head by the-silent-siren

WARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my first attempt at poetry. It will consist of shit that I've gone through/dealt with and ramblings from my screwed up mind. These works are purely fictional and not meant to be taken literally.

Emptiness. by needsomementalhelp

Maybe in the emptiness, I'll finally find a way to escape. But I know I won't. I never do. The darkness is just another cage, another prison, and I'm trapped, with no way out. So I lie there, in the silence, in the darkness, and I wait. Wait for the next day, for the next alarm, for the next moment that will never come. And I wonder, is this all there is? Is this all there will ever be? I'm so tired, tired of pretending, tired of trying, tired of everything. I just want it to stop, to end. I want to disappear, to fade away into nothing.

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Detachable

Losing someone or something is not a choice or something it's predicted. It just happens. You cannot know when it will happen. The worst part of it all is that you can't get it back. Once it's gone, there is no turning back. You truly see how much love and appreciation it deserved, but cause you were so live careless you never gave the tendance it should have gotten. You think to yourself over and over again, where did you go wrong? If you did just one thing differently would everything change? Would the end change? Sadly it won't cause the truth is, the end will come. It doesn't matter if it is sooner or later, but it will come and nothing else will mater. There isn't a happy or sad ending, there just an end. The cruel faith will eventually come and take everything from you, in a blink of an eye. So just live.