Depressed Stories

𝙎𝚈𝚂𝚃ΣΜ.Ş̷H̷U̷T̷Đ̷Ø̷W̷Ň[0x4A7B] In a world blinded by wealth and glittering façades, one boy is seen as nothing more than a spoiled, reckless heir drenched in privilege,addicted to chaos. To outsiders he's every parent's worst fear: disrespectful, wild, and impossible to control. But no one ever asked why. No one saw the shattered pieces beneath the rebellion how behind the smirks and slammed doors lived a boy abandoned too early, blamed too often, and misunderstood too deeply. With six elder brothers living abroad and parents too proud to care he was left behind in a golden cage, expected to smile while silently suffocating. Now, the brothers return to take him home-to fix him. But they don't know what he's become. And worse... they don't know what they left behind. Will they uncover the secret that has haunted him all these years? Will they see past the defiance into the desperate boy begging to be saved? Or will they try to control the broken child who once just wanted to be loved? Beneath the glitter lies the truth. And it's not pretty. Read on... if your heart can handle it. 𝙎𝚈𝚂𝚃ΣΜ.Ş̷H̷U̷T̷Đ̷Ø̷W̷Ň[0x4A7B]

Ivy Morris looks perfect from the outside. A straight-A student. A dedicated ballet and competition dancer. Quiet, composed, untouchable. But perfection is just a performance. After her mother's death, Ivy's home becomes something she survives instead of returns to. With a controlling, abusive and alcoholic father she hides behind practiced smiles, Ivy learns how to stay silent. The only person who truly sees her is her older brother, Lucas. Then there's Bennett. Soccer player. Sharp tongue. Constant irritation. They're enemies by circumstance, by misunderstanding - until they aren't. At sixteen, both carrying more than they let on, Ivy and Bennett are forced closer than either of them wants. And somewhere between late nights, broken walls, and quiet confessions, enemies begin to soften. Because sometimes the people who seem the strongest are the most fragile - and sometimes love starts where you least expect it.

Hi lovelies, this is my way of self expression of course these aren't going to be award winning poems just the love and heartbreak I'm feeling. I really hope you enjoy and if I use anything that is a reference to anything I will put credits in also credit to all creators of the photos I used only the cover is mine. Have a great day and thank you for stopping just to read my description. Also cover drawn by me in like 15 mins so don't judge:/

"Exploring the profound through poetry and prose. Future medical professional. Current seeker of truth." poet and thriller enthusiast exploring 17-year-old poet and thriller enthusiast exploring the depths of feminism, truth, and the human psyche.

Um so yeah I'll be doing TADC X READER ONE-SHOTS. ONLY ON WATTPAD FRICK YOU TEENFIC!!!!!

a story about a normal girl who is traumatised and depressed (based on a true story of the author)

At sixteen, Axel Ferroro learned his life was a lie. Stolen from the wealthy Kleir family at birth, he returned to find himself replaced by the "perfect" Oliver. No matter how hard Axel worked or how many instruments he mastered, he was branded a "jealous copycat." He died in disgrace, only to realize the truth: he was a scripted villain in a novel. Now, it is May 1st. Axel has regressed to the day he first arrived. But this time, he is done fighting for love. He will act as a quiet bystander, support the protagonist to keep the plot stable, and save enough money to disappear forever. The "villain" is retiring-and this time, he won't be looking back.

"Why do you care anyway??" I shouted at Taher while tried to free myself from his grip. "I care for you alot Rashi please understand." Taher said while tighting his grip around me. "My question is still same why do you care for me why??" I asked while banging my fits on his chest. He hold my fits in his hand, "cause I...... I" he stammered. "Cause you what Taher tell me you what?" I wishpered while I clutched his collar in my hand. He just stood there watching me with love in his eyes but I wanted to listen those three magical words from his mouth. I sighed and said, "Taher let it be it's not your cup of tea just lemme go." I tried to free myself from him but he tighten his grip around my waist and pulled me into him. "No I'll not let you go and I can't let you go." He wishpered ever so slowly in my ears my breath hitched. "Wh.... Why??" I stammered, "Because I love you Rashida I really do." He said it out loud. "Say it again." I wishpered as tears rolled down my cheeks, "I LOVE YOU." he shouted while wipping my tears aways and I covered his mouth with my hand in order to stop him from screaming. "I love you too Taher, I love you too." I said while my voice cracked in the end as those words left my mouth soon I was engulfed in a bone crushing hug by Taher by my love.... This is how our story ended or I should say this is how our story started...... Teri Meri Kahani..... Simple and sweet romantic story of a middle class Muslim girls Rashida and a rich Muslim boy Taher let's join them on their journey...... Ranked #22 in Nisha.... On 10th May 2018...

After the loss of your daughter, your entire life went down the drain, mainly because of your ex-husband, Arata who made it his life decision to ruin you even after you gave him the life no one else could and put him back on his feet considering his horrible past. The betrayal... After years of recovery, you find yourself again. A new you with a new ambition, partly revenge but the one thing you were never ready for is a new person, one you're not sure you trust, a relationship you're not sure you can adapt to, would you be able to secure this relationship?

❝all of this is horrible poetry or just words spat out on a page, i'm horrible at writing, but my heart aches to open its cage.❞ Letters. To those who care. Rhymes, poems and free verses. Frequent updates. [#71 on March 17th, 2018]

The grabber may be gone, but his story isn't over.

After a break-in at the Annual Ball, Astraea is left reeling with a tantalising whisper: her mother, presumed dead for decades, may still be alive. The truth comes from the last person she should trust, the uncanny leader of the rogue faction that destroyed her world. Astraea's quest for truth and vengeance propels her to juggle her unbridled abilities with her covert life as an undercover agent, hiding in plain sight among Earth's unsuspecting humans. The resurgent evil forces Prince Kace, a formidable half-blood, to fly out of his jurisdiction with his mates to confront it. Haunted by a past he thought he'd left behind, Kace is guarded and distant, his piercing green eyes revealing nothing but the fact that he's not to be underestimated. He's a walking contradiction between power and prejudice. Disdain toward his impurity taints their sneers but fear keeps their tongues tied. As old rivalries flare and their powers collide, Astraea must learn to control her fire-and her ego-while Kace must decide whether trust is worth the risk. In a world that doesn't accept them, victory may demand sacrifices they never imagined...including each other.

I'm not good at descriptions so yeh🖍

🤍 Saisha Sharma had learned how to survive heartbreak. Ayaan Malhotra knew how to wait for love.The healing which took his name, A love that never demanded. 🌸 Saisha Sharma ~ Female Lead Saisha Sharma is a woman shaped by love and loss. Once, she loved deeply and without fear, but heartbreak taught her silence. She learned how to smile while hiding pain, how to stand strong even when her heart felt tired. She doesn't trust easily anymore-not because she is cold, but because she has felt what it means to give everything and still be left behind. She is sensitive yet resilient, gentle yet unbreakable. Saisha feels emotions deeply, but she now guards them carefully. Over time, she grows-not by forgetting her past, but by learning from it. Her strength lies in her honesty, her softness, and her ability to heal without losing who she truly is. ✨ Ayaan Malhotra ~ Male Lead Ayaan Malhotra is the kind of man who speaks less but feels more. He is calm, patient, and quietly strong. He believes love is not about grand gestures, but about staying-through silence, pain, and time. While others rushed her healing, he waited, understanding that some hearts need time to trust again. He loves without conditions and never demands what isn't freely given. Ayaan carries warmth in his presence and strength in his patience. He doesn't try to fix broken hearts-he simply stays until they heal on their own. His love is steady, respectful, and real.

i lost my way and need a home to stay in. a poetry collection ©2025, NIENIE

What happens with a silently hurting teenager runs into (literally) Peter Parker, who befriends her? What happens when her secrets are brought to light? (sorry I absolutely suck at descriptions) TRIGGER WARNINGS: intrusive thoughts, self-harm, suicide, vaguely-mentioned queerphobia Cover image is not mine I do not own Marvel or anything affiliated with it, only my OC and the story are owned by me Thank you so much for all the reads and support, it means so very much to me :D I wrote this when I was in ninth grade, and it has very little editing so it's not to my typical higher standard of writing, I'm debating rewriting it but it indeed has been like two years so that might not happen for a while.

"OH MY GOD (Y/N), PLEASE DON'T DO IT!" "You're so manly, do you know that? Trying to save a worthless monster..." "(Y/N)!!!!" "I'm sorry Kiri, but you're too late..." "NO!!!!" 'Goodbye cruel world... Goodbye... my love...'

I am an amateur poet; so if any grammar or punctuation is wrong please forgive me. This is a collection of poetry, short stories, and philosophies dealing with depression, loneliness, happiness, etc , and peace. Also all picture you see are mine. ENJOY!!!!!

When Nagisa becomes a teacher, an old enemy kills his best friend. He loses control and becomes an assassin, and an old friend(or something more ) brings him back to reality.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 The 73rd hunger games were by far the capitals favourite. The 73rd games did a good job and keeping the capital on the edge of their seats. When siblings are in the games together the Capitol know it's going to be a good year