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Dear Reika,

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Diaries, I've just realized, are much more than just 'some journal'. They're pretty useful, I mean, obviously-they're like a way to process the natural chaos life brings. Yet, even still... the wounds of the past ache relentlessly. It burns you-hot coffee spilling all over your table-and the diary can't do much but stain and wrinkle. But, I guess he knew that, I hope.
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Trauma Ruined My LIfe (The Real-Life Journal Of An Abuser) by TenTillDeath

It was October 2023, and my now-ex-fiance had moved out of our trailer for good. I decided to end our relationship and thought I had emotionally moved on from them. I was wrong-dead wrong. What followed them moving out was something I could not have ever thought to experience. I began to experience extreme mood swings, controlling behavior, self-esteem issues, and a new-found addiction to alcohol. This was just the tip of the iceberg, as I was constantly flirting with suicide on a daily basis. I could not begin to even tell you about how I went through an emo phase, a "man hoe" phase, and multiple other phases as well due to my deteriorating mental health. I began to document my everyday life after our split through two separate journals over a twelve-month span. This is the true tale of how a breakup brought me to the realization that I was an abuser and that I became the same monster that I swore not to become as a kid. This is how trauma ruined my life, and how it will ruin yours too.

Beyond The Past (My Toxic Relationship) by stylesiconic

I'll be honest, this isn't a story it's more or less a really long journal entry about my toxic relationship. I'm not really writing this to get views or anything of that sort -kinda more just to get closure and maybe help out others who are in a similar situation. With that being said if you choose to read this be warned there are triggers regarding drugs, alcohol, suicide, gaslighting, miscarriage, manipulation and so much more. Please read at your own risk.

Life Beneath The Words At Play by rattylittlehole

My poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poetry. Hope you enjoy it! ❤️ - - - - - - -⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ - - - - - - - For mature audiences only. Sensitive topics including self-harm, blood, swearing, wounds, death, abuse, graphic descriptions, suicide and other topics that can be triggering. There will not be warnings on each individual triggering poem, so do not read if any of the topics mentioned can be triggering for you.

Poetry by Comparison by KdPoetry

I have written poems for 10 years, this is an opus of my work for the last 10 years, all poems have been adapted from my previous collection. I aim to publish the full story, my personal poems, with snippets of my short stories as an added bonus chapter. This is Volume 1, I hope you enjoy!

Till The Spring by eyeshadowed

March, 2024 "Spring brings hope of love in a person's life." When I close my eyes, these words still echo in ears. I remember them as if I've heard it yesterday. I never wanted to trust these words, I never wanted to fall for her, I was okay with the way I was, But....she happened. And I don't regret it. It's been two years now, I'm getting back to my routine after 'that' incident and a re-start is never easy. I can't remember myself in what state I was for the past two years. Was I eating right? was I doing fine? Or was I sleeping on time? I don't even remember myself talking to anyone. All I could do was sleep to deny the reality, in a hope, and if it's a dream, it will end soon. With a lot of reluctance, I got up to get ready for the university as they said that getting endulged in work will make me feel better. But how can I grow past those memories when I am getting to the same place where 'it' all had started and ended. When people leave, they leave their living impressions even on lifeless objects, and it's every corner will only remind them of those from which I'm trying to escape. As soon as I entered the university premises, I started getting deep into the trail of old times, when the Batch 2021-22 struck my mind, along with a name that had fluttered my whole life. Hi, I am Nazareth Salvador, and this is my story.

Saving The Broken by TheDevil1155

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All The Things I've Never Told You by Sadie-Anne11

Would it have changed anything if I had told you this before? Would it have sugarcoated everything and made it better? I guess we'll never know or maybe I'll never know. But most importantly had I stayed longer, had I admitted my feelings to myself and had I realized I loved you; maybe it could've been better. You only know, about me, what you've been told but it never really mattered to you because they were nothing more than rumors. But it's too late to turn back the hands of time, too late for me to come back, too late for you to still love me and too late for you to untouch me...

My Dark Poetry by Raven1018

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Trauma Ruined My LIfe (The Real-Life Journal Of An Abuser)

It was October 2023, and my now-ex-fiance had moved out of our trailer for good. I decided to end our relationship and thought I had emotionally moved on from them. I was wrong-dead wrong. What followed them moving out was something I could not have ever thought to experience. I began to experience extreme mood swings, controlling behavior, self-esteem issues, and a new-found addiction to alcohol. This was just the tip of the iceberg, as I was constantly flirting with suicide on a daily basis. I could not begin to even tell you about how I went through an emo phase, a "man hoe" phase, and multiple other phases as well due to my deteriorating mental health. I began to document my everyday life after our split through two separate journals over a twelve-month span. This is the true tale of how a breakup brought me to the realization that I was an abuser and that I became the same monster that I swore not to become as a kid. This is how trauma ruined my life, and how it will ruin yours too.