Deadinside Stories

Just a girl, trying to release her emotions, jotting down anger, depression, pain, sadness, and creating poems. Poems that I want to share with YOU.

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

A short story about a teenager who's broken, damaged, and depressed. Will someone save her from herself? Or will she remain broken and stuck in the same memory of the hot guy who broke her heart?

It's raining but I don't care The drops of rain hit my back reminding me of the pain So much hurt The tears rolled down my cheek dropping on his grave stone " I miss you " I manage to mutter I don't know why I keep coming here Something's wrong with me How can you miss someone you've never met But to think of all the times we could have had I could have had a brother I imagine how he could have looked like " so handsome " The tears won't stop So I don't try to stop them anymore My sister's don't seem to care So I don't know why I care so much Its not like i ever met him But still They don't understand me Nobody does I guess you could say it's all in my head ..... When your Best friend moves out of town, you're pushed out of your comfort zone and partner with a guy for an assignment, a mystery guy moves next door, a few artistic intuitions and heart breaking betrayals if you could even call it that, a lot of decisions have to be made and everything falls on a 17 year old Athalia, but you know what they say When life give you a canvas, you paint So here's Athalia's broken heart but the question is whose doing the painting

"let's burn down Mrs. Thompson's house tomorrow" I grin. "All fine with me as long as we don't get caught" Diego grabs the bat and breaks the window of Walmart. I hold my spray paint and graffiti the whole place. When we finished we sneaked into the back room sadly there was a sleeping guard and to his misery, he woke up when we walked in I grabbed the bat and knocked him unconscious Diego hacked the system and deleted all footage of us afterward he shut down the camera so they don't see us walk out of the store. "Next time don't fucking be racist Mr. Manager" I flip off the store An Arsonist with hatred towards the rich. A victim of bullying. A supermodel with a disgusting life. A numb abuse victim. A neglected kid. Now what could go wrong if they were all to form a gang? What could go wrong when they find out how destinated they are? What could go wrong... when they learn the truth? Will they make it out alive? Or will they die with society? Will they hurt or heal? In a world where rape, abuse, racism, and evil people exist will they form their own path for good or bad?

Please dont read this dogshit of a book

*I want to end it all, But You keep me alive, Because I know You, I know That You'll go after me.* Hello everybody. I am The Dead Inside Comedian and I'll be your host. Sometimes when you feel down you think things. Do things. Like eat the whole ice cream by yourself. Or something else... Okay, serious now. There are other ways. I write everything down. And so here it goes. Here goes nothing...

s t a y. a l i v e. this is for you, fren.

═══════✦═══════ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝... 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝. ═══════✦═══════ Impressive ranking 🎉 🥇in btskim 🥈in btsjeon

⚠️suicidal TW⚠️ ⚠️depression TW⚠️ Eeyore is a happy 54 year old donkey with a beautiful girlfriend but tragic things happen.... Eeyore is being accused of terrible things and Piglet has caused all of it to happen.....

He did everything right that day. That's what makes it hard to forget. Inspired by the song "The Last Words of a Shooting Star" by Mitski

Destiny is a girl, well not exactly a girl more like a collage girl with a 'special talent' let's say. A very exquisite talent she has never told a soul. Destiny is quiet, secretive and is a blond little b¡tch. The thing is she loves to write letters so she started a trend and became 'Sincerely' you might just think "that this is a weird nickname to call a girl" but no...her letters aren't for the teachers assessment or an apology to the girl who she had bullied or anything like that, she is called 'Sincerely' for one reason only...because it's the last word they read before...they DIE or in Destiny's case she kills them. Ding, ding...that's right, Destiny Red is a serial killer.

What does it take to change an average person into a killing machine? This story was loosely inspired by the Muse tracks 'Psycho' and 'Dead Inside' off their album 'Drones.

Everything said to Izuku Midoriya rang in his ears as he stood on the edge of the tall school building. He looked down at the grey concrete of the sidewalk and took a step forward. His toes hung over the edge as the door to the roof opened. "What the fuck are you doing up here, you shitty nerd?" Izuku Midoriya struggled with depression and had finally given up. He took Katsuki Bakugo's advice. But instead of moving on, Bakugo clung to the memory of his childhood friend and Izuku couldn't move on either. Without anyone able to see him, Izuku watches over Bakugo's own struggles with depression and guilt of the incident at the end of middle school. This is a collaboration between me and RosyGryffindor Warnings: Suicide Suicide attempts Depression

This is like the tv show called you from netflix ... except the black version lol instead of joe we have who we call Kahlil 😘. I hope you guys will enjoy this because it's finna be a whole bunch of shit that goes down in this story please make sure to give me feedback <3333

Ideal cast: One direction & Me I am Kirsten but most people call me Kiri-chan! I'm 11 years old today! I am getting a new job! I'm getting a job at a really office building! And I'm hired as the new secreatary of Mr.Styles! Who is he? Hehehe fIND OUT!!!!1!

these are just dreams i have, likr literal dreams some maybe alittle scary but tbh ive only ever feared 1

Can I miss you? #StoryOfHerLife ⚠️FICTION

Will she be alive or dead?