Running Out (#CC2K15 & #FreeMentalIllness)

Leituras 700
Votos 9
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

Leituras 700
Votos 9
Capítulos 1
Tempo <5 mins

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"Some days, 
I feel everything at once. 
Other days, 
I feel nothing at all. 

I don't know what's worse: 
Drowning beneath the waves 
Or dying from the thirst."
 
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qui, dez 3, 2015

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There were two of us. Both drowning in each other's pain. I got lucky and swam up to the top grasping for air. She sank to the bottom and there was nothing I could do for her. She may have drowned but I feel like I did. And now I'm breaking. Because without her why am I even living?

"Drowning is not the worst part. Lacking the courage to breathe is." No one saw her struggle. No one saw her scars. No one saw her bleeding. No one saw her tears. No one saw her depression. They never realized the deep waters she swam. If only someone would. What if someone did? Completed 11/07-17 ©EscapeYourMisery

The Calm Chaos of Nothing, de TheLostBoys333

An exploration of the impacts of and journey through depression from three perspectives: the outsider, the victim, and the helper. Ron realizes ... Harry fights ... Severus helps. TRIGGER WARNING FOR TRIGGERING CONTENT.

Beneath The Surface: Book Two, de rainxroses

"After every time I had wasted on someone who didn't matter, you came along and didn't even touch me. You didn't hold my hand, kiss me or even give me high fives. I'd just watch you from afar, falling more and more in love with what I saw. I couldn't care less about not touching you. All I cared about was if you were safe. And I've found that that is what love truly is and truly should be." (Updates every Wednesday and Saturday!)

He was an ordinary student... with only several problems. He had a normal life... until "it" happened. He doesn't know how to cope... so he writes it all down in journals. Hidden in his room. What'll you find? Will you find his smile? Or his happiness? No. It's something else. Something much more.

I know you cry with silent tears, I know you lock yourself up so as not to make anyone feel bad, I know that you hide your demons under a smile, And you go through life terrified by what your mind treads And it tears your heart. But don't drown in you, Take out your tears Without Fear. The people who really love you It won't sink in your stormy sea And it won't let you sink, either And maybe I can't save you, But swim with you, And it's always goof to have someone to swim with. So please... Stay

" What's depression like? " he asked. " It's like drowning. Except you can see everyone else around you breathing."

She's slowly drowning in her heavy burdens, her past, her fears. She doesn't know how much longer she can hold on, her every breath becoming harder to take as she struggles to survive. Her past haunts her, her now unstable, and her future unknown. But then she meets him. And he makes her wonder if maybe, for a second even, she could have happiness. But everything takes a twist when someone unexpected comes back into her life. A year of pain and torture. A few days of happiness and love. Can she keep it this time? Can she save herself? Or will she simply drown? (Wonderful cover made by the wonderful @dysanic !) (Beautiful banners made by the talented @wishuponajinni ! )

That time you saved me, de kingdomofdrawings

I like the sound of the waves. They're relaxing. It break the silence of the emptiness and loneliness of the place. As the water was reaching my knees, I heard a cry. I heard you.

Poems (collection 1.0), de Mr_Business_Ghost

please don't read this (i laugh here, but i'm not joking). this is a relic. consider this the museum of my progression in writing. you can find the better (marginally) stuff from this one in "Poems (collection 2.0)". Thoughtful, often sad, and angry poems. It's an outlet. A way to be heard. Not genius; only jumbled messes of the multitude of my thoughts fighting their way out of my brain. There's so much I want to say, but not enough time to say it. Here are my attempts.

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Drowning [COMPLETED]

There were two of us. Both drowning in each other's pain. I got lucky and swam up to the top grasping for air. She sank to the bottom and there was nothing I could do for her. She may have drowned but I feel like I did. And now I'm breaking. Because without her why am I even living?

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