Silentcry Stories

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Ocean is so beautiful 🌊 - Poem By Nature Dash

Minho seems to have his life together. Jisung is the only one who notices Minho's Silent Cry for help.

This is a poem about messing up badly and running out of time because you're overwhelmed by what you're facing. Utterly depressing, but therapeutic to the one who wrote it.

Scattered letters from the scattered mind of the shattered human bean.

Niektóre dziewczyny nie potrzebują krwi, żeby umierać powoli. W mieście, które zapomniało jak wygląda prawdziwa miłość, Nessa próbuje się uratować - piosenkami, papierosami o północy i chłopakiem, który całuje tak, jakby nie istniało jutro. Ale demony zawsze wracają. I czasem mają twarz kogoś, kogo kochasz.

This is just a feeling written in words when you have alot to speak but can't ..when you want to cry but can't!!

At the very beginning, I have to say that this story is only a product of my perception of the world as I see it. I am trying to understand what is happening in my brain.⚠️There will be things in this story that may be disturbing for many people, so please read safely.⚠️

--- Story Description They say faith can move mountains. But nobody tells you what happens when the mountain is cancer. This is the story of a girl whose body was slowly being taken from her, and a boy who loved her enough to keep believing - even when God was silent. Through hospital nights, whispered prayers, fading smiles, and promises made in fear, their love is tested by the cruelest disease of all. Because sometimes... faith isn't about miracles. Sometimes it's about believing even when the miracle never comes. --- ---

quotes i made instead of killing myself

In a world that often silences its youth, the unspoken rage and resilience of a generation demand to be heard. When Silence Sparks the Storm captures the quiet fury of Gen Z-voices restrained by expectation, society, and circumstance, yet unstoppable in their truth. Through restless streets, burning cities, and flashing lights, this poem follows the pulse of a generation refusing to be ignored, highlighting the moments when silence becomes a weapon, and every spark ignites change. It's not just chaos; it's a cry for justice, a call for awareness, and a reminder that even in turmoil, courage grows. Each line is a reflection of the fires within, the battles fought in plain sight, and the hope that persists despite the noise. This is a poem for those who feel unseen, for those whose voices have been minimized, and for anyone ready to witness the power of silence transformed into action. Read closely. Listen. The storm is coming-and it carries a message you cannot ignore.

BOXING is like a metaphor

"Silent Cry" bares the raw struggle of depression and anxiety-each day a battle, each moment a silent plea for help.

Not all love wears thorns. Some bloom quietly, unnoticed, unchosen. In a world that crowns the rose, a lone hibiscus blooms in silence, holding a truth deeper than red petals ever could. This poem is a reflection on forgotten beauty, quiet love, and the pain of being overlooked. Through vivid imagery and raw emotion, it questions why we value what wounds us, and why gentler loves are left behind. A tribute to the ones who feel too much. To the loves that don't scream. To the hibiscus - soft, rare, and real.

It'll be okay if you walk around busy Like the ground hardens after rain and flowers bloom again

When she is left with no choice, she decides to take her life.

This is just a creepy nightmare which I had a few days ago... So don't ask me for any logic in it😅 I myself still can't figure out why I had this kind of nightmare💀...