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2:28 am- Wake up.
    2:29 am- Find that damn paper you misplaced.
    2:33 am- Grab the pen.
    2:34 am- Write your heart out.
    2:48 am- Re-read what you wrote.
    2:51 am- Go to your safe place.
    2:53 am- Cry as you remember all of the pain. All of the hurt-- everything.
    2:58 am- Get ready
    3:00 am- End it all.
    
    The end. So many times we argue about how the end must have heaven or hell, whether it will ever actually end with the light or just be dark. But some are quicker than others to reach that destination. They think about it--no, they're possessed by it. The light of the world is dim, and the after-life is so... pleasing. Death; that is their escape. The safe haven that they long for! It will end the pain, the suffering-- the hate. If they do the deed then--then they'll make it! And if they don't? They go to hell on Earth.
    
    Rated Mature for language and themes.
  
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Cold Water by adaline_meadows

[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

The Way The World Ends ✓ by lit_addict

[COMPLETED] Indigo always had problems, but when her father committed murder-suicide against her mother, she had trouble keeping those problems under control. She had a fear of the world. Everyday actions were feats for her; going to high school, socializing, even falling asleep at night. Of course, her greedy aunt was no help. She felt hopeless. Until she met Nate. Nate had problems of his own. All his life he's had trouble staying focused. He wanted to believe he was normal, but it's hard to think that when you're brilliant in class and... not so brilliant on paper. He didn't want to have A.D.H.D. He tried to pretend he didn't, but there was something rooted deep inside him, telling him he wasn't good enough. He felt useless. Until he met Indigo. When Nate met Indigo, all he wanted to do was help, but could she reveal her secrets to him? Could two wrongs make a right? Quickly, Indigo and Nate developed a relationship that neither thought was possible for themselves to have. Could Nate help Indigo move on from her past and defeat her demons? Could Indigo help Nate accept himself for who he was and hopefully help him pass English? Originally a NaNoWriMo novel, The Way the World Ends revolves around two teens just trying to survive high school and hopefully understand themselves and the words of T.S. Eliot. *** warning: some sexual content, brief violence, language, and sensitive topics. Started on May 26, 2018 Finished July 2, 2018 #27 in poetry on June 16, 2018 #4 in new young adult on June 17, 2018 Hollow Men ©T.S. Eliot 1925

The Black Canvas by alicoham

The canvas symbolizes the mind. A white canvas is a healthy, normal functioning mind. The colors that get painted on are different emotions. But no matter how much paint is on that canvas, it is still a white canvas underneath. Now when it is a pure black canvas, it is a mind that is tortured. A mind that contains disorders like anxiety, depression, schizophrenia, bipolar, PTSD, etc. An unstable mind. :A girl plagued with bad memories finds somebody who she had been looking for all her life. Well, I wouldn't say all her life, being as she is only 20, but the majority of her life, she has been lonely. The more she continues to get to know this special person, the more she starts to question her own thoughts. When things don't add up, she is desperate for answers.

Voices in My Head by Nerounin

Pain. Agonizing pain. That's all I feel. Voices. Whispering voices. That's all I hear. I hear them over and over inside of my head. I can't escape. I can't fight back. This is my life. This is my story. And if you can give me your time, I'll tell it to you. *Warning: contains themes of selfharm and mental disorders **Completed as of 7/30/18

Noah (Obsessions in Overdrive #1) by MarcelinePierson

I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

Just My Luck by inure0tea

Many people sit down to talk about their hobbies or interests. The only things occupying my mind are memories. Most of them aren't even pleasant. Here are the ones that haven't been entirely forgotten. Some are more vivid than others. ... I will be changing the names of people who might decide they're offended seeing their wrongdoings written on display for the world to see, no matter how badly I want to see them reprimanded.

Barcodes ( Attempt Series 1) by vvernxxx

When life gets tough... what will you do? When you feel your world is about to shattered, who will you ask for help? When you have no one but your self, will you help yourself? Or will you end it? In the midst of the crowd where people has a lot to say to you, will you find the people who you can lean on? With them I your life, will they color it with such nice colors? With these question... I have learned that there will always be a strangers that could help you. Strangers that will light up your world. Strangers that will listen to you. Strangers that will give their shoulders for you to lean on. Strangers that will color your world. And strangers that will help you get up from rock bottom. __________________ Just trust me and you'll be fine. :)

The Selfless Me by Blo0ki

Sometimes, I just want to write out my feelings, y'know. It's okay to write what's going on in your head. It's okay to open a clean page and just write all the things you've held onto. It's okay to let loss on a piece of paper with a pen/pencil at hand. Most definitely It's okay to write your trauma, only if you're comfortable with. This book is my thoughts or rambles when I did/do have those episodes. I hate venting to people. I never could have trusted them. Yet, i can write, peot, and type what's going on or rant til i feel I find it in a book. It's okay to cry. You're not alone. No one is alone You are loved by many. ~Alh

Dim. by decipheringBella

Tired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life? A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic. With my ways it's hard to keep down anything healthy, relationships that don't last but stay with me like my own personal demons. And evil around the corner you'd never see coming. The pain changes you. Trauma changes you. It strips you away from yourself. BPD strips away your identity sometimes I guess this is my way of finding myself again, through writing and reflecting and realizing it is okay to be hurting. This book will include poetry and scenes and think pieces. It will be vulnerable. It will be raw. It will remind you of your own loss. - "She." Xx🥀xX

KNOW ME by selinethoughts

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

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Cold Water

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