Broken

LETTURE 2,811
Voti 95
Parti 69
Tempo 44m

LETTURE 2,811
Voti 95
Parti 69
Tempo 44m

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A true diary...
It's about my life. My stupid shitty life. The pain and misery, loneliness and depression. In real time. Real things that happen to me and real feelings and thoughts.Tutti i diritti riservati

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Sometimes you have to get lost in order to be found... I'm needy. I'm broken. Cutting breaks through my numbness, but only opens more wounds. Depression, bullying, self-harm...that's my reality. Sex and guys...my escape. The space between the truth and lies is blurred leaving me torn, lost and confused. And while the monsters that live in my head try to beat me--the two men that I love try to save me. This is my story of friendship, heartache and the grueling journey that is mental-illness.

I have marked this story as "completed" but I don't know if it will ever actual be complete. This is my journal, my secrets, my thoughts. This is The Diary of Me.

deep down everyone has secrets , deep down everyone is in pain. some people are just better at hiding it or feel like pain is okay. a girl who seems happy and a guy who can read her like a book pass ways just In this book. tears and joy ,cries and hugs. everything will be okay if she just would have one good luck. But that's not what she cared about, all she wanted was to run away from home, but that grip of her father won't leave her alone . Will he save her fast enough? Or will he help alone not be enough ? - - - " where were you? " " w-what? " " i walked past your class, I was going to walk you to lunch, I wanted t- uhm but you weren't there." " uh I left earlier because I needed to go to the bathroom." " no, I had free period I was waiting on you there the whole time. " Disclaimers 🛑 This isn't a fantasy book This is my first book so I am not the greatest Warnings ⚠️ ⚠️ selfharm, suicide, rape, abuse, death, child loss

Everything I wrote about you...

Poetry♠️♥️♣️♦️ (Please don't copy. All texts are written by me and belong to me.)

When an imaginative person develops an illness, dreams can be a way of escape. Tales of make-believe and fantasy get mixed up with twisted reality, and sometimes it's hard to tell what's real and what's fake. This is a collection of true diary passages, poems and stories taken from the journal of a teenager with mental illness. Hopefully this might help spread awareness, or make someone realise that they're not alone with how they're feeling. Caution: Talk of suicide, self harm, death, assault and abuse ahead! May be triggering to some!

I used to think there'd be no living without you. Then, you walked away. Like it was the easiest thing in the world. We finally stopped making sense to you. So, you left. Why wouldn't you. It didn't matter that it still made sense to me. That I still held on to all those what ifs and unanswered questions of us. Still hoped for things to work out somehow. Still needed things to work out. Needed it like food and water. This story might not make much sense to you, reader. It was written for him. And in many ways for myself. But I am grateful for your desire to explore our life's tale non the less. It was quite something. I hope you'll get something out of it.

My Life Experiences Through Poetry.

A collection of poems I have decided to write over the course of my life so far.

I've tried to release this pain in so many different ways; But writing about you seems to be one of my faves. I don't understand how I find closure When I know it only lasts until the poem is over. Somehow it feels like some sort of imaginary relief to my reality. As if, the pain I feel only exists until the words are free. I know how crazy it may seem Because the heartbreak will always be there; And I will never un-feel what you've done to me.

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Sometimes you have to get lost in order to be found... I'm needy. I'm broken. Cutting breaks through my numbness, but only opens more wounds. Depression, bullying, self-harm...that's my reality. Sex and guys...my escape. The space between the truth and lies is blurred leaving me torn, lost and confused. And while the monsters that live in my head try to beat me--the two men that I love try to save me. This is my story of friendship, heartache and the grueling journey that is mental-illness.

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