Youmatter Stories

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You arrive at manda's her door is ajar your mom and you pull your guns out checking every room til you get to manda you sigh with relief you put your guns away you get to manda where she is curled up in a ball with a blanket draped over her you kneel down and put your hand on her face hey manda she opens her eyes and looks up at you your face full of concern for her not as your partner but as your godmother tears drops down your face im ok you put your arms around her you worried me your door was ajar . Manda wraps her arms around you im sorry it's ok just don't do it again ok,manda says ok you eaten no good we brought take out manda smiles thank you for what being my partner wouldn't have it any other way you'd do same for me now eat up as Liv plates up the food and hands cutlery. For the record we're staying here tonight and we are not leaving your side ok I'd like that very much manda is sleeping on your shoulder as you rest your tired head on your mom your a good friend to her I try you are. I love you mom I love you too honey you didn't mind staying over did you mom not at all I'm with my 2 favourite people my best friend and my daughter you kiss your mom on cheek Liv smile. Me & you going out tomorrow mother & daughter time manda already agreed to cover you got it all covered haven't you mom yep you smile mom yes I don't want to vacate to far from home need do it gradually going out doing things again we do it when your ready and at your pace ok you nod now go to sleep you do as your told and close your eyes to go to sleep.

You are not a mistake - not by a long shot.

Just Poems that I have written hope u like

This is a story of a young lady from Africa who is known as Adhis.She has been fighting mental illness for the longest time possible.She has been betrayed by those close to her.She is on a healing journey.She wants to recover from this deadly disease that never ends but she finds it hard to heal regarding all that's happening around her.

Blessed. Black. Beautiful. The year 2022 taught valuable lessons. In this story I talked about some situations that lead me to go in a deep hole, but I also express how I feel along with not everything that happened this year to me was bad. Hope y'all enjoy. <3

All the 'prettiest' flowers, in this modern world, get picked, nurtured, and made beautiful. But what happens to the ones who lack looks or aren't a certain build? They're left to rot. This is about the real beauties, the ones who are gorgeous on the inside.

*trigger warning, events of suicide and depression occur in this story

This passage is mainly about deep thought. How WE are compared to the rest of the universe.

Short poetry stories written by me, to help others life who go through the same thing I do.

so, it's all in the title. have fun reading, or don't - the choice is yours.

if you ever want to rant, read small tries of motivations written by me or just take a break if you're feeling a bit hopeless.

*** She carried unspeakable truths which made her shed tears sticky as bees' honey. So when we kissed they dripped onto my lips sweetly. *** collection of poems enjoy! 27/7/18-#2 in happiness😱✌️❤️ 10/2/19-#4 in youmatter

Why does it matter? Why does anything matter? This is a question I'm sure we've all asked ourselves before.

☼︎ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧! ☼︎ A ninety days challenge to help you love yourself a little more than you are right now and boost your self-esteem. Can you commit? Are you ready to graduate? For every fifteen things milestone you cross, we'll do something for you while you learn to do things for yourself.

Based on a writing prompt. Suicide mention. But happy ending. Made one of my friends nearly cry so I guess it's good. Pictures, as usual, are not mine, so picture credit goes to their artists.

These are spoken words/songs that I wrote and felt I needed share...

Everyone has it but no one can lose it. It's not a shadow so guess again.

A poem acknowledgement to September 10th- national world suicide prevention day. I'm not the best poet in the world, just wanted to also do a little something that mentioned my auntie that died by suicide when I was 15.