Suicideawareness Stories

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Short story ideas that randomly popped into my head :3 Various ships will be used, check tags TW: swearing, angst, character death, blood, attempted suicide, self harm Credit for cover art goes to me Top 6 Tag Rankings That I Find Relevant as of: October 1st, 2025, 1:36 EST #4 in 'plasmashipping' #1 in 'geodeshipping' #5 in 'oppositeshipping' #1 in 'technoshipping' #2 in 'glaciershipping' #1 in 'amberphoenix'

destined series #1 Started: 04|30|24 Ended: 11|18|24 Astriluna Trishanne Gonzales always seems a little too far. Bata pa lang siya, damang-dama na niya ang bigat ng mundo. Emotional abuse, manipulation, at trauma ang naging bahagi ng kabataan niya, mga sugat na hindi basta-basta nawawala kahit gaano pa siya tumakbo palayo rito. Mental illness became her silent shadow, something she never spoke of, but always carried. As years passed, she drifted further from people who tried to reach her, convinced that she was too broken to be loved. But Rylixan Uno Wilde came, a musician and dancer whose presence felt like sunlight through heavy clouds. Parang lahat kaya niyang gawin, makinig, maghintay, magmahal. He showed her that healing isn't always loud or fast... sometimes, it's just having someone beside you who refuses to let go. And for the first time in a long time, someone told her without words that it was okay to rest.

Short Poems

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍡🐾 ⋅ ˚✮ - "I I just wanted the best for our family.."." "I know." "I tried. I really did." "If so... then why am I dead?"

Jade and Nolan have been best friends since the third grade. Jade always feels the need to protect and defend Nolan since their peers didn't react nicely when he came out as gay in the eighth grade. The bullying started to calm down once they became seniors until Nolan starts to get anonymous homophobic notes left in his locker. Will Jade and Nolan figure out the culprit or will they get away with it? Start date: 7/3/19

It's been two years since Ethan died. I still remember every sound, every breath, every second of that day. But last week, he came back, not in the way you'd think. Every night for seven nights straight, I saw him again. The same dream, the same room, the same words that felt too real to be fake. I thought it was just trauma replaying itself but now I think it was goodbye.

He's done with life. He planned to end it. He's decided and no one can stop him. Not until she appeared with a smile on her face, offering to be with her for a whole day. A stranger who saw him about to end his life, and now asking for his whole day. What will happen to this crazy offer? Started on February 24, 2022 Ended on May 3, 2022 Hwang In-yeop Short story, ya'll! Please support this book. Enjoy! Oh, by the way, please prepare tissues. Don't say I did not warn you. *wink wink*

Excerpt: "Screw it. I'm done," David said to his reflection. He went to his medicine cabinet and looked for the answer. What he found was a nearly full prescription for Oxy from when he broke his arm the year before. The pills made him sick so they gave him Vicodin instead. He had 27 left of the 30 prescribed of Oxy and 14 of the 30 left of the Vicodin. He combined the bottles and put the pills in an Altoids container and put them in his pocket. He put on his shoes and walked downstairs. David Clifton is a 15 year old with not much going for him. He is ordinary, obscure and, has issues at home. Soon, the things going for him won't be anymore and he will decide if continuing to live is the right thing to do.

Come journey with me. Poem a day. 365 days. Love, Roxy.

🎶Come, come into my WORLD🎶 Welcome to _WORLD! It is my safe space, an alternate imaginary universe that I envisioned, with lots of Seventeen themes. It was created to build emotional safety for myself through the hard and overwhelming moments in my life - a safe sanctuary that empowers and anchors me, when the real world becomes too harsh and cruel for my soft, sensitive soul. It is where I process my emotions and come home to myself - a place where I can piece myself back together when the real world breaks me apart. In _WORLD, I live in Carat Cottage. Seventeen members are there with me too, as imaginary companions. Mostly Woozi, who serves as a vessel for my self-compassion. You're welcome to have a read and peek into my inner world - the world-building never ends in here. There're plenty of stories for me to share which revolve around growth and healing. There's no plot to it; it simply is an open journal for the author, a portal into her inner fantasy world💎 Trigger warnings: There will be mentions of suicidal ideations, self-harm, and abuse. However, the writer strongly does not condone these. _WORLD simply makes room for such experiences. If you find yourself triggered by these heavy topics, please take a breather, and don't hesitate to seek support. Disclaimer: _WORLD is no way an accurate depiction of Seventeen in real life. They are their own people, and the versions of them here are purely figments of my imagination.

In a world where the lines between reality and hell are blurred,the lines between culture and oppression are also blurred, a young girl's life is forever shattered by the brutal hand of a father, the feeling of utter helplessness becomes her constant companions. In Northern Nigeria, a culture of silence and oppression reigns supreme. Behind the closed doors of seemingly ordinary homes, a sinister reality lurks, where women are subjected to unimaginable abuse and brutality. This is not just a story about domestic violence, but a stark reflection of the harsh realities that many women face in Northern Nigeria, where the societal norms and cultural expectations perpetuate a cycle of abuse and fear. In this intense and thought-provoking tale, we delve into the lives of women who are trapped in loveless and violent marriages, where the threat of divorce is a luxury they cannot afford. Financial dependence and the fear of social ostracism force them to endure the unimaginable, their voices muffled by the weight of societal expectations. Mothers, daughters, and sisters are all victims of this vicious cycle, where the notion of "family honor" is used to justify the brutal suppression of their rights and dignity. The story exposes the dark underbelly of a society where women are treated as commodities, their bodies and minds subjected to the whims of their husbands and in-laws. This is a story that will leave you breathless and disturbed, a story that will challenge your perceptions and force you to confront the harsh realities of a society that is deeply entrenched in oppression. It is a story that will make you question the very fabric of our society and the values that we hold dear. Dive into this intense and emotional story, where the boundaries between reality and nightmare are pushed to the limit, and the true meaning of survival is put to the test.

Diary of a Mad Suicidal Girl is a visceral collection of my poems and aphorisms that dive into the depths of pain, existence, and the mind of a suicidal soul. On each page, I unveil dark truths about the world, human cruelty, loneliness, and the fragility of consciousness. This is not a book about hope. It is about seeing reality through eyes that have already lost faith - yet still bleed beauty in the form of words. Diary of a Mad Suicidal Girl is a portrait of contemporary melancholy, an elegy written by someone who has danced at the edge of the abyss - and chose to turn the fall into art.

This is a story with my own characters TW!! SH, SA, Abuse, Bullying, And Suicide. This story was made for awareness as entertainment purposes only, if you would like to make fanart please give credits!!

Letters that will never reach you.

"January 5th, 2008-Dear Mariam," "I was gifted this diary today for my birthday. I was so glad when I opened it, I've always wanted my own. Mother said it would be the best place for my thoughts I talk do dearly about. It's a kind thought, but I can tell she really just wants me to stop talking as much as I do when I come home from school." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~X~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ No One Noticed is an inspired story set in the format of a 13 year-old girls diary she was gifted as a late birthday gift. Aliya Karim was a young lady in the eighth grade. She was born in 1995, and was gifted her diary for her 13th birthday, on January 5, 2008. Her love for writing and passion for reading drove her parents to get her a diary. She loved to talk, so they thought she could pour her thoughts on to paper instead of her sister's or parents ears. Aliya continued to write letters mostly for herself, but she liked to imagine her grandmother, Mariam, who had passed away just a year before, was reading them and writing back. Just the letters never made it to Aliya herself. Her last entry was on December 24, 2011, just 3 years later. Her parents now discovered all the things Aliya actually had wrote in the book, which they had assumed would be normal teenager behavior. But what was really written, was horrifyingly wrong to there earlier assumptions. (I do not have a cover, enjoy the beautiful things I decide to make it! This story is inspired by 'Anne Frank: the diary of a young girl'. While Aliya is a made up character, Anne was a real person who wrote in a diary while in hiding during World War II. I highly suggest reading it!)

Just a place where I can put my poetry. Some are long, some short- some essay style, all with the same amount of thought put into them. I hope you all enjoy!

**TRIGGER WARNING** "Someone tell me why I just wanna see the stars with you." 2015 I'm sorry. This probably came as a shock to you. But if you really knew me, you would've seen it coming. No one really knows me. There's not much I can do now, is there? You probably hate me now. I do, too. You'll get over it. You should also know that I am finally free. *** In a final, frantic shot at fleeing a predisposed battle, she finds herself overlooking the furious waves below. It is, at last, time to take a bow and step offstage. When she leans forward, arms wide open to embrace the only fate she can decide, she doesn't expect to survive. Fate really has a means of getting its way at the end. *** He's never been an impulsive person in general, but somehow finds himself in the water to save the absolute dimwit whom he could've sworn was on the cliff ten seconds ago. The girl isn't very grateful when she sees her newest visitor at the hospital. Strange, considering he just saved her life. Disregarding her dance around the bush, he's determined to unravel her story, to unearth the demons she sought to escape. Before he knows it, he's tangled in the wilds of her mind, having ventured way too far. Leaving it to fate to determine what would happen if he was yanked right out.

"Hannah why the hell did you do that?" He asked, sitting across the room from her. "I don't know, I was just feeling so much and I didnt know what else to do." She said, biting on her sleeve. "You don't try to kill yourself!!" He screamed. - - - This story contains a series of talking about sexual assult, sexual assult flashbacks, self harm, bullying, thoughts of suicide, suicide, weight shaming, eating disorders, drugs, and drinking. Please do not read if you think any of these things will trigger you, a trigger warning will be given at the beginning of the story.

for the ones that were the sunshine for one wrong person then became the midnight rain for everyone else. 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 .♡︎.