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The Scars That Remained

NathanEdward286

LECTURES 30
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Chapitres 7
Durée 19m

LECTURES 30
Votes 10
Chapitres 7
Durée 19m

NathanEdward286

autobiography mentaldisorder mentalhealth sadlife

He wasn't born into peace - he was born into pain.
Taken from his mother, blamed for her death, rejected by the people who were supposed to love him, and scarred by the kind of trauma no kid should ever face.

Behind the attitude and the jokes is a boy who bleeds in silence.
A boy battling anxiety, self‑harm, and memories that haunt him every day.
A boy who learned to smile so no one would see how close he is to falling apart.

This isn't a story about perfection or happy endings.
It's the story of someone who survived more than most adults ever will -
and is finally ready to tell the truth he's been hiding for years.

Raw. Real. Unfiltered.
This is the life of a boy the world almost destroyed...
but didn't.Tous Droits Réservés

autobiography mentaldisorder mentalhealth sadlife

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Dusk Till Dawn, écrit par hunycombs

I am wide awake. At 3 am, and all I can think about is him, turned to his left, left cheek squished onto his pillow, eyes shut, not tight shut but gently shut. Him breathing quietly and a soft light from the window falling upon his face. Sleeping. All I can think about is how he is at peace, sleeping without a care in the world. Even if tomorrow he would wake up stressed and agitated. Right now he is asleep, peacefully, and here I am. Staring at the ceiling, begging to god to stop the pain, my hands entwined together, saying to him that I'm tired and that I'm not as strong as He thinks I am. I still believed in Him, because whenever I lost faith, I got a reason right away to not lose it. My dearest was at peace, he was happy without me. And this time I knew. He was not coming back. He was gone. And all my memories of his smile, his hair, his body scent, his hands, the scars on his body, his two vampire-like teeth, his expressions, his cheesy lines, his eyes. His eyelashes, eyebrows, and the way he used to light up after seeing me rushed in. Of how his eyes didn't shine when we met for the last time. How I missed the special way we used to say goodbye. He loved me. He always had. He put in all his efforts just to see me. He did it all. But he didn't love me, not anymore.

Alone & Lonely, écrit par Apricity_23

He hurt me. While in the process, I hurt myself as well. I love her. While in the process, I know I won't live long as well. I'm told by those closest to me to lower my expectations because I can't even reach them. I'm told by those closest to me to forget about it to avoid the hurt and pain that will follow, but I can't. Every time I see him, he has someone new, someone prettier, skinnier, blonde, and overall...better. Every time I see her, I hate myself even more, with the girl attached to my side to make her jealous, hoping she'd look this way. I try to hate him, I try every day, I try harder to hate him than to love him. I try to hate her, I try every day, but my love is stronger than my hate. If it means to stay close to her, I'll hate her. I'm too ugly. She is just perfect. In every way. She is perfect. Started: 1/07/2025

Catching Tears, écrit par Veeveronna

A boy with tears he can't control, a love he never expected, and a fight for the life he deserves.

NEVER BEEN BETTER FT. HARRY STYLES DUTCH COMPLETED, écrit par MabelStylesx

You see that boy? He looks so happy, right? Telling jokes, smiling, having a great time and...Dying inside. He's hurt. And tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being enough, tired of life. But he doesn't want to look dramatic, weak and attention seeking. So he keeps it all inside. Acts like everything's perfect but cries at night. So everybody thinks that he's the happiest person they know. That he has no problems and his life is perfect. If only they knew the truth.

The Girl Fighting Love ✔️ {Under Editing}, écrit par GreyMistLehWolfeh

{Book 1 - Of 2} {Chapters with a '✔️' next to them have been edited. See two? Its been re-edited once more.} {Status~ Completed, Editing.} ~ "I like you." He softly spoke as he leaned in, pushing me against the wall. "Lot's a people do." "Let me revitalize. I like you...in a way where I want to hold your hand when were walking, or beat the sh*t out of a guy for flirting with you." "Well...I'm not made to be loved." I can't fall for a guy. Ever. ----------------------------------------------- Jase Batcher, Not your typical girl but she was... normal in some... Aspects. She grew up surrounded by boys. Father, Brother (Ruke), and Eldest Brother (Jac). She had a best friend who grew up right along with her as her neighbor (Judy). I guess you could say she was into wrestling. The dream of being a pro wrestler as a child and everything. But along the way her dream changed for some reason. ~ Hunt Kentin. Rich, Handsome, Football playing, Bad boy, Player, with a cocky attitude to match. He had the life many kids wanted. A younger sister that he called a brat to get kicks out of and a older brother to play video games and practice football with. Mother and Father were both loving. So what was the reason behind him and the way he acted..? ~ *WARNING!* This book will tease you with possible kiss scenes(and heated moments), might make you laugh, might make you curse out a character in your mind, it will have bad language, and gory moments. If you can handle that-- ENJOY~! ----------------------------------------------- ~Hey, Wolfehs! I will be planning on putting this book under editing, as most of you know I have completed it. As I re-read it I literally cringe, I feel its really cliche and that's not the path I want to take for this book so, Just a warning to all you guys!~ Don't be afraid to comment on it and come out from you shy ghost reader shell! ~GreyMist ;3

I love you 3000, écrit par Ariel_Lackey

** She spent her childhood searching for love in all the wrong places - longing for a father's approval that never came, comparing herself to a sister she could never measure up to, and carrying the weight of the words that told her she would never be enough. Through heartbreak, silence, and the scars of trauma, she learned how pain lingers in the body, how it shapes the way we see ourselves, and how it can steal the joy from even the brightest moments. but she also discovered something else: that healing is possible, even when the past feels unbearable. Told with raw honesty and unflinching vulnerability, this memoir is a journey through childhood wounds, family secrets, and the quiet battles of self-worth. It is about learning to face the mirror, to confront the lies we have been told, and to find strength in the very places we once felt broken. For anyone who has ever felt unseen, unworthy, or unloved, this story is a reminder that the pain does not define us - and that even in the darkest chapters, hope can still be found.

Inbetween, écrit par Luckyone444

Hello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, to let them know I see them suffering in silence. This book is about overcoming the hells of life and letting yourself enjoy the good things that you have. I wrote this when I was going through a really hard time in my own life. This book was my safe place. It's a place for me to express my feelings and to be 100% open with myself. I hope this makes you think about what you can do to start healing and how we have an effect on others. Treat yourself kindly, and be gentle.

Saving The Broken, écrit par TheDevil1155

C̺͆O̺͆M̺͆P̺͆L̺͆E̺͆T̺͆E̺͆D̺͆ Started ~ February 13, 2021 Ended ~ April 3, 2021 ~ Re-write ~ May 28, 2021 End ~ August 18, 2021 *************** Disclaimer! This book might not make since at some points. This book does go a bit fast. There is NO HAPPY ENDING. *************** "Wait honey stop!" The lady yelled, but I wasn't gonna stop. I headed for the front door and before I could push it open I felt arms wrap around my waist "Stop" I kept thrashing in his arms "Come on stop, your gonna hurt yourself more" I didn't listen I just kept trying "Keep her arm as still as you can!" Someone yelled and I felt hands grab my right arm and then something prick my skin "Just stop!" Slowly I collapsed in their arms and my eyes shut. Not how this was meant to happen

Lost In The Storm , écrit par TheBirdOfWonder101

This is the autobiography of my life....and how I am the person I am today.

'è - An Autobiography to Let Go, écrit par ChloeRams15

It's grief, remnants of an innocent life that now exists as a colorful memory. Two separate families, & one child in the middle of it all. Pain & prejudice, what it takes to build true body armor. Mind games & psychology; with great power comes great deceptions. Is it a love story? A trip down memory lane? Or are we pulling a Taylor Swift & putting all of our exes on blast? Okay, so the hero is the villain & then back to a hero? Were they even a hero to begin with, or just an insatiable dreamer? Grow & break, & grow again. Only I can mend all of the choices he has made, it's my responsibility now. I killed him, & my life takes over where he left off. Lol, so fucking dramatic. This book is probably the most Gen Z thing you'll ever read. But it's all true, the walls are being torn down, & no longer am I going to hide. The most vulnerable I'll ever be. To my family, friends, old & new, & all other loved ones & people mentioned, forgive me. I'm finally letting go.

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Dusk Till Dawn

I am wide awake. At 3 am, and all I can think about is him, turned to his left, left cheek squished onto his pillow, eyes shut, not tight shut but gently shut. Him breathing quietly and a soft light from the window falling upon his face. Sleeping. All I can think about is how he is at peace, sleeping without a care in the world. Even if tomorrow he would wake up stressed and agitated. Right now he is asleep, peacefully, and here I am. Staring at the ceiling, begging to god to stop the pain, my hands entwined together, saying to him that I'm tired and that I'm not as strong as He thinks I am. I still believed in Him, because whenever I lost faith, I got a reason right away to not lose it. My dearest was at peace, he was happy without me. And this time I knew. He was not coming back. He was gone. And all my memories of his smile, his hair, his body scent, his hands, the scars on his body, his two vampire-like teeth, his expressions, his cheesy lines, his eyes. His eyelashes, eyebrows, and the way he used to light up after seeing me rushed in. Of how his eyes didn't shine when we met for the last time. How I missed the special way we used to say goodbye. He loved me. He always had. He put in all his efforts just to see me. He did it all. But he didn't love me, not anymore.