Suicideawareness Stories

Miller Spencer knows that it's normal to love your best friend. Ace has been his best friend since forever. So, of course, it's completely natural to want to kiss him. It is typical to get jealous when you see him with someone else. It is absolutely ordinary that you may or may not have certain fantasies that aren't civilized enough to be told out loud. It is simply impossible that Miller would make the grave mistake of falling for his best friend in the all too familiar and cliche trope. Or maybe, Ace is trouble and Miller is falling for him. (TW: mild to moderate.)

♡ SHE LOVED HIM IN SILENCE. NOW SHE SURVIVES IN SECRETS. ♡ ╭── ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ──╮ I Belong to HATE. ╰── ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ──╯ --- :･ﾟ✧ Once upon a time there was a girl. A girl who loved a boy in silence, because speaking it out loud would've broken her. A girl who suffered more than any teenager should - bruises no one saw, wounds no one asked about. :･ﾟ✧ Years passed. That girl is gone. In her place stands a woman. A woman who holds darkness in her fist. Whose eyes are still empty, but now they don't beg. They command. They lead without a single word. But the ghost of that girl who died years ago? She's still there. Breathing down her neck. Whispering in the quiet. Haunting her. --- :･ﾟ✧ AND THEN THE NIGHTMARE WALKED BACK IN. :･ﾟ✧ ⋆✧ The Batch Meetup. ✧⋆ Old faces, ghosts who laughs too loud. And him. The boy she remembered from school is dead. Buried under tailored suits, cold smiles, and rumors. Vidyut Mehra, a businessman who is Powerful, Rich and Crueller than monsters. People whisper at parties. "He's connected to the mafia." But the moment he turns, the room goes silent. Because no one dares to say it boldly. He looks at her across the room like he's been waiting. Like he's been counting the days. Because he had promised her once, years ago, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes: "I will come back. For my revenge." And now? He's back. --- :･ﾟ✧ BUT THIS ISN'T THE SAME GIRL HE LEFT BEHIND. :･ﾟ✧ She doesn't flinch anymore. She doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She doesn't know what his intentions are. Is it revenge? Obsession? A game? Or something darker she's not ready to name? All she knows is this: He wants to trap her. In his world. In his rules. In his shadows. Too bad. She's a woman now. And this woman knows how to fight back. With secrets of her own. With scars that taught her

Everyone knew Zane Vincent as the man who stayed late, remembered birthdays, covered shifts, and noticed when someone needed help before they asked. No one knew how much it cost him. For twenty-eight years, Zane has lived beneath the weight of a lie. His father blames him for the medical complications that left his mother paralysed after his birth, teaching him that love is a debt he must spend his life repaying. So Zane becomes useful. Dependable. The person everyone can lean on. At The Lantern House, he finds a second family. With Ana, the woman he loves, he begins imagining a life that belongs to him at last. A safe home. Children. A dog. The ocean. Growing old together. But love cannot survive on promises and silence alone. As Zane hides the abuse consuming him, Ana grows lonely inside a relationship where she is always waiting to be let in. One betrayal shatters the future they planned, and when Zane dies soon afterwards, everyone left behind searches for the moment they should have noticed, the words they should have said, and the person they can blame. Seth missed the call. Ana told the truth too late. Zayden left when his brother asked him to. Their mother remained silent for years. But grief does not offer simple answers, and no single moment can explain a lifetime of pain. You Were the Light We Never Knew We Needed is a story about love, domestic abuse, betrayal, suicide, and the people who must learn to live after losing someone who spent his whole life carrying them. Because Zane Vincent was more than the way he died. He was a son, a brother, a friend, a future husband, and a light no one understood until it was gone. Content note: This novel contains domestic abuse, alcoholism, infidelity, depression, panic attacks, suicide, grief, and bereavement. The suicide method is not depicted.

They say ghosts haunt places. Old houses. Empty hallways. Forgotten battlefields. Mine chose a different address. They haunt old conversations. Songs. Dreams. Versions of me I thought I'd outgrown. Funny thing is... I think I might be one of them.

tw references to self harm, suicide and eating disorders, swearing, abuse, sa, gender dysphoria, childhood trauma #1 in teenpoet, 10/09/25 #1 in poetrydump, 10/09/25 #1 in friendshipissues, 10/13/25 #10 in poem, 11/06/25 (cover is not mine I found it on pintrest)

A book of poems based on events and people in my life from my sophomore year through my senior year of high school. I wrote majority of these poems my junior year, aged 16/17 yrs old. "I wrote these poems starting about a year ago based on my life experiences and people in my life. I've added to them and wrote more on them as life changed. I'm thinking about writing a 'sequel' in a sense...Kinda following up on the subjects of each poem. If you guys could read these and leave me some feedback, I'll be forever grateful ❤️ Thanks and God Bless."

Fate, Destiny The fixed order of things. An irresistible power or force conceived of as determining the future. The effect and consequence of decisions made during a man's lifetime. 17 year old Jonah Locke doesn't care much about the effect of his decisions on his fate but everything changes the day he meets Brooke Collins.

Fuck people. (Updates about my mh) this whole things is a tw so do not come at me

Society holds us down- in more ways then one. Its chains wrap around our arms and legs, pulling us farther away from our true selves. Tell me, are you satisfied? ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ Mention of Bl**d Mention of Su!cid3 Mention of r@p3

You're the head of the most dangerous organization, the Port Mafia's one and only leader. One day you will come across your most loyal subordinate, at least that's what you first thought he had become...

Some collected poems of mine about death

Idk what to say lmao, read to find out. !WARNING! DONT READ IF THE FOLLOWING WILL TRIGGER YOU: HOMOPHOBIC LAUNGAGE//ACTIONS, SUICIDLE THOUGHTS + ACTIONS, EDS, AND SELF HARM

365 Days to Take My Life: The Survival By Dawid Bester The Pitch The cage is open. The trial is over. But how do you learn to live when the only thing you know is how to survive? Easton's father has been locked away, his grueling eighteen-hour shifts in the workshop are finally over, and the legal battle has been won. Everyone tells him he should be happy. Everyone expects him to move on. But for Easton, the silence left behind in the wake of his trauma is louder than any machine he ever hauled. The heavy weight of his past-the loss of his girlfriend at thirteen and the haunting memory of his best friend's suicide-still claws at the edges of his mind. But Easton is no longer completely alone in the dark. Channeling his heavy, unyielding anger into the strings of an old acoustic guitar, he steps onto a small coffee shop stage alongside Julian, his late best friend's older brother. Together, they turn their shared grief into a devastating wall of noise, transforming their survival ledger into raw, industrial acoustic blues that captures the attention of the entire town. When a viral video of their intense school assembly performance brings Maya back into his life, Easton is forced to step onto the rusted bridge of his past. In a highly charged, deeply emotional reunion, he must finally confront the reality of the cold, desperate contract he once made with himself. Written with breathless intensity and heartbreaking honesty, 365 Days to Take My Life: The Survival is a gripping exploration of survivor's guilt, the agonizing process of emotional healing, and the beautiful, terrifying moment a broken boy smashes his own countdown to realize he is finally ready to live. Why Readers Will Keep Turning Pages: The Weight of Recovery: A fiercely authentic look at the phase of trauma nobody talks about-what happens after you escape the abuse and have to rebuild a shattered psyche from scratch. A Haunting Musical Brotherhood: Follow the intense, unspoken bond between Easton

for the ones that were told they were either "too much" or "not enough" for someone to stay. You will always be and have been enough. a collection of short and long poems and occasional updates. "Sorrys are just something you say to avoid doing anything different or better." - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐄𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, Sunyi Dean ‼️𝐓𝐖‼️ contains hard topics including a mention of SA & SH. Amongst other things. I am a poet I write what I think. I write what I love, hate, and everything in between. I am weakest in my writing if you don't enjoy it that is not my problem. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 | 1/1/23 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 | 4th in poetry 6th in poetrycollection 10th in suicideprevention 1st in vending 5th in poem 7th in shortpoem 4th in venting 3rd in rants .♡︎.

second part of my first book

//platonic// Crimeboys centric // TW FOR MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES SUCH AS: Depression,suicidal thoughts! TW// violence, swearing,abuse//

Asher is a normal 17 year old boy who lives with his twin brother and his father, ever since his mom passed away 3 months ago. Other than that, he's really normal except for the fact that he's secretly still grieving over the death of his mom. He has a great group of friends that sincerely care about him. Alex is your average 18 year old high school jock, friends with everyone. He's what some would call a fuckboy while others just see him as a person who likes to have fun. When Alex and Asher meet, they instantaneously fall in love. What happens when Asher starts changing and becoming more distant from everyone and no one can figure out why?

🦋Featured on The AmbassadorsNG's reading list🦋 We sometimes think we want to disappear, but all we really want is to be found. That is the case with Eshaal Akin, a troubled teenager who struggles through life with nothing going right for her. Growing up distant due to her emotionally detached parents and several personal struggles, she finds it hard to express herself, hence, unable to seek help when need be. When eventually happiness seems to walk into her life in form of two humans, a little help from them, with a touch of love, hope and faith is perceived as all she needs to set things right, if only she lets them in. But some things do not come easy, and perhaps, happiness is one of them. Mayhaps, to search for joy in souls is to find out everyone else is just as broken. And to be another's anchor, one has to as well drown, just like the person who needs to be saved.

"I've realized, over the past few years of high school, that people are like vampires. They suck your dignity, self-confidence, and your self-esteem right out of your body, like it's blood. They infect you with the poison of hatred, greed, and selfishness. You can't escape their venom, as it's always there, lurking in the darkness, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I've learned to deal with the sting of the bite, as it never goes away. I tried to not be infected, but the poison spreads like a wildfire, eating away at every inch of your body, until you disintegrate into nothing, and you're forgotten." 🏅achievements🏅 as of 12/30 - ranked #68 in suicideawareness as of 12/30 - ranked #888 in anxiety

"I wasn't there for her," I whispered, still staring at the door. "She attempted suicide, and I didn't even know what was going on. I could've been there for her. I could've stopped her from doing this." Have you ever wanted to hear someone's voice one last time, so much that it drove you to the brink insanity? Have you ever had millions of questions desperately looking for an answer, but there's nowhere to go? Have you ever doubted every single decision you've made in your life, helpless to do anything about it? This is how Chase Lancaster feels as he stares at his sister's seemingly lifeless body. Well, not exactly "lifeless." Tubes and machines surround his twin, Hailey, making her unrecognizable. Chase can't shake off the feeling that he is the reason his sister is lying on the hospital bed, ventilator making it the only way she can breathe. On the table next to the helpless Hailey Lancaster, traces were to be seen of the empty pill bottles she had held days before as she shoved the pills down her throat, desperate for an escape.