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"Cause you know that I can't do this on my own.
Who will fix me now?"~
Drown
Oliver Sykes(Bring Me The Horizon) _______________________
" Maybe I should die"
Its not like anyone will fucking care, I can die and no will even notice. My parents are divorced,  my dad is an alcoholic and all my mom cares about is her job. Shes never home I basically raised my sister.  Maybe I should just end it all.
I got up and walked into the bathroom.I saw myself in the mirror their my face was bruised, dried blood on my lip.
I searched for the one thing I needed at the moment.
A razor.
I found the sharp object and looked at it. I looked down at my arms I already had a lot of scars. I slid the blade along my left arm multiple times. The blood trickled down my arm. I started cutting deeper. My vision started to get blurry. Someone knocked on the bathroom door.
"Finally I can be free"
I blacked outAll Rights Reserved

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Not me. (2023) by MineOnlyFriend2

so, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been so exhausted. I'm not better, I'm not sure if i ever will be, but I'm not numb, not entirely. I can't say how I'm feeling, or what i am going to write, but if you want it, it's here. This is for you. For everyone who was made to be the villain by those meant to be by their sides. For everyone with a sensitive heart made to grow strong much too quickly. For everyone who struggles to get out of bed in the morning. For everyone who never could find the words to say why. For everyone who struggles to feel and for everyone who feels too much. For everyone who had to pick themselves back up. For everyone who had to parent themselves. For everyone fighting an invisible battle. For everyone who has been underestimated. For everyone who has to flee to other worlds to cope. For everyone who found other means to silence their voices. For everyone who was silenced. For everyone who was over powered. For everyone who was made to be less. For everyone who had to watch someone else suffer and stay silent. For everyone asking themselves, why? Why would you do this? What did I do? Why is this happening to me? It was never your fault.

Blue Ivy Agency by Kummie_Love

I raised up the knife with full force and dragged it close to my neck. I was about to slice it but a soft pleading voice inside me cried. This is the first time I'm attempting suicide. Normally, a thought like this would never cross my mind but what happened the day before is enough for me to jump into a well. Death is inevitable but it came too soon.. I never knew that something like this would happen. My life was what thousands of people are wishing for but I guess nothing is permanent. Rich parents... perfect grades..... Perfect looks .... Cara, aren't you ready? My aunt, Joke barged into my room and asked...... Wait, what's that in your hands?? You want to kill yourself?? She rushed to me and slapped the knife from my hands. What's all this? If you're not careful, I'll take you to a boarding school across the country! As if I care, I replied icily. I expected her to continue talking and start lecturing me, I was already planning to ignore her but she suprised me by saying "Be ready in ten minutes" then she left. Her parents died...She got sent to a boarding school because of her behaviors hoping she'll stop..... Blending into the new life She finds a reason to live Only to be betrayed Turn the pages of the book to find out.

Aurora | ✓ by itsnina2356

*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

Who's Guilty? by Alicia_007

COMPLETED✔ "w-who are you?" I'm about to turn the lights on when someone covered my mouth with his hand and the other hand pulling me in the wait. With my heart almost out of my chest, I try to free myself but he's just too strong for me to do anything. I try to scream but I'm disappointed when a weak and tired scream escapes my lips, nobody will here me. He's too strong for me to escape, I feel very small. He's holding me tightly as if he wants to break me, right here and now. He pushes me and I end up hitting my head against this hard wall and my vision blurs. It hurts. So much. I no longer have the strength to do anything, I just stay on the ground. The room is so dark that I don't even know who he is. "Shit." I hear him say in a low voice. Who is he? He walks forward and kneels down in front of me, caressing my chin with his hand and just like that, there's darkness everywhere and I can't feel or hear anything. ~~~~ Cassie is a sweet and pretty seventeen year old girl, doing her last year in highschool. Being sexually assaulted by a person she has never seen, her life becomes harder and bitter when she becomes pregnant after that. Being a strong girl she is, she starts finding clues to lead her to the person behind everything. Will she succeeded? ~~~~ "Mommy? My friends were asking me where my daddy is.. Who is he and why doesn't he come to visit me?" "You don't need a daddy sweetheart, I'm here."

Broken mind (Under heavy editing!) by wonderland_smile

I'm lost. Broken. And nobody knows. I help people, and when you help people, you don't get help. I couldn't look at myself think how a mess I was. It was too late for me to be fixed. Nobody could help me. I was too deep in it for being saved. I had too many scars and thought. I already had a broken mind. When I tried to kill myself and failed at it, they brought me to a mental facility. There I meet other teens with different stories and each with their problems. The longer I'm here, the more stories I get the knowledge. We come together to tell our stories so that we can move on from what hurt us in the past and what waits for us in the future. We're all strangers, but we're all living in this messed-up place call life. So can we overcome our broken minds. -2014-

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Fourteen year-old girl named Asa, has had an alcoholic dad ever since she was born, things always changed to a downside in her life. Until one day she meets a boy she truly appreciates having in her life. Suddenly everything takes a turn backwards to where she started. Will Asa and the boy she loves with all her heart, stay together? This story contains topics such as self-harm, eating disorders, abusive parents, sexual assault. If you don't feel comfortable with these topics, do not read this AND THERE'S NO SMUT! So sorry if you don't enjoy this book or the writing of this story, i started this in 2023 april i wanted to make something specific with mental health and things might not make sense in what i wrote but i still hope you do enjoy it!! I'd appreciate comments and opinions :3

Emotional Amnesia by CAKerst

Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018

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Silent Oblivion by EchoingInTheAbyss

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