Bottled Emotions
- Reads 379
- Votes 36
- Parts 3
Ongoing17m
Last published Wed, Jan 14, 2015
Too afraid of telling anyone my story, I put my feelings to black ink on paper, trapping it in a bottle. I don't want to burden anyone with my problems, so I wish that no one finds it. But deep down, I know I want the opposite, a different life.
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
when Em came to me
this is some stuff I write because I can't say it out loud and/or because I shouldn't be thinking about it. this is truly how I feel and what I think.Complete
My Demon Mate (BoyxBoy)
I knew I was a freak, I'm weird not stupid - even if I did act like it half the time. It wasn’t normal to be like me, to be afraid of things everyone loves, needs to survive even. I had always been afraid of it for some reason, among other things of course; I would rather die than have to face my fear. Everyone knew it but no one cared though did they? I was just another stupid kid in this stupid foster home. Another stupid kid that had been ‘dumped’ and no one wanted. At least, that's what I thought.Complete
Poems
The first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!Complete
My New Neighbour
Giving up on love was easy, seeing the people I cared about leaving me for my sister was hurtful, it was easy not to care anymore. But when I couldn't control my feelings, when I was actually falling for someone, it scared me. But my sister scared me more.Complete
Sick & Twisted
"Be who you want to be; never let anyone try to tell you who you are, because they can't. Only you can."Complete
Immortal (boy x boy)
My life has always been terrible. I was always bullied at school. I don't know why, it just seemed that people didn't like my presence. The guys would beat me up and I'd get in trouble when I defended myself, for the teachers never saw what they did. The girls would trick me, making me think they liked me and laughing at me because of it. I was always in the principle's office for one reason or another, but I wasn't a bad student. I actually got really good grades. To make matters worse, my mother wanted nothing to do with me. She'd lock me in the basement, sometimes for days, with no food or warmth. My father would then sneak down and beat me before raping me. So, naturally, I wanted to die. But, for some reason, I can't die. No matter what I do, I can't stay dead. The thing I want more than anything is far out of my reach. Why can't I just die? Warning: mention of rape, suicide, and abuse. Also, this is a boy's love story.Complete
Dear Journal...
Just an online journal of my personal thoughts . No, I am not suicidal. No, I am not depressed. Just introverted, and I trap feelings in more than I'm supposed to .. So I let them out here.Complete
In Her Heat - Ainsley's Story
I'd lived life as a normal girl - or at least, I thought I had. I'd done the acne and the puberty. But then came the dreams and the weird feelings. Those things brought me to the realization that I wasn't normal. My whole life had been a lie. I wasn't average, but someone special. And someone out there wanted me for that.Complete
this is some stuff I write because I can't say it out loud and/or because I shouldn't be thinking about it. this is truly how I feel and what I think.
More detailsContent Guidelines