Emptiness Stories

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For all the people who didn't feel loved or hate themselves.

A 21-year-old reflects on her past and tries to move forward in a desolate place. Holding on to the hope that there must be more in her future that will make it all worthwhile, if only to have the strength to endure her days and nights.

Hello, my dear readers. These poems are just pieces of what I feel- some soft, some heavy. I hope you find something in them that feels like your own. Thank you for being here.✌❤

"Hello" "Hi, how may I romance you?" LOVE. 4 letters. 1 syllable. HATE. 4 letters. 1 syllable. For Coco this was always hard to draw out the differences between the two words. She found it easy to love hate and easy to hate love. So it comes to a surprise when she is the school's cupid. But no one needs to know that. So when she finds out her next client is none other than the so called notorious bad boy Luka, she can't help but play some games in his head before pairing him up. Luka isn't one for games and having one night-stands. He's never even had his first kiss. Everyone sees him as some stone-faced cold boy who has a reputation. But, under those golden specks lives a very taunted boy scared of love. As the saying goes, "Perfect roses have thorns too y'know". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Started: 08/15/2020 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This prequel follows Adrian Monteverde long before he became the man capable of softness, devotion, and peace. Before Lia-he was cold survival wrapped in expensive suits. A boy raised inside wealth without warmth. A man taught that power mattered more than love. And someone who spent years believing loneliness was safer than attachment. Until one ordinary moment quietly destroyed everything he thought he knew about himself.

A collection of poems

𝙆𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙞 𝙩𝙝𝙞... 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧 𝙠𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙮𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚.. Adhrit#Shravani. No.. No..Love, what are you doing love ?" His voice trembled with panic. "Please, come forward. Look you're right at the edge. You'll fall... It's not safe. Please." He saw his wife in the most shattered state standing near the cliff, her figure trembling, her eyes distant and hollow. "I... I won't," Shravani whispered, her voice cracking. "I deserve this..." Her legs quivered, hands trembling as tears streamed down her face. "No... Please, don't do this," he pleaded, stepping closer. "I can't live without you." Devit#Taara "D...Dev..." she began, voice almost lost . He stepped back, shaking his head. "No... Don't come near me," Dev said, broken. "I'm not worthy of anyone's love." "That's not true, Dev," Taara said softly. "You are worthy of love, of care, of healing." "She... she left me," he whispered, barely audible over the rain. "When I needed her the most... she left. " Ishaan#Khasvi Their eyes locked. Neither blinked. "You didn't trust me," she said, her voice trembling. "You thought I was the one at fault..." Ishaan's voice broke through the storm. "Please, just listen to me once..." His eyes usually so guarded now brimmed with vulnerability. She held back a sob, then smiled bitterly. "Don't worry," she said coldly. "I'll make sure you get the pleasure of watching me marry someone else."

These are my thoughts in verses, the heaviness of depression and anxiety lie on me. It is uncensored; it is raw; it is who I am, the darkness that overshadows my mind. I present it to you both shyly and aspiring that there are, perhaps, others who feel the same. Anxiety and depression are not light loads to carry, and if you have any memories evoked by these words, I am sorry. However, I suppose that this darkness should be shared; that telling our stories is the only redemptive way. And there is mine, a little ray of my soul dressed in poetry. May it serve as a reminder that you are not alone in your journey, and that there is always hope, even in the darkest of moments.

i never got the chance to just be a kid, a genuinely happy, carefree, kid. my "dad" left right after i was born, though i'm glad he did. he was an abuser, a bad drinker. i'm not gonna tell you my whole life story... not just yet, that is. some of these i came up with right off the top of my head. i don't know if i should write some more or just publish it like how it is now, let me know! so here it goes... 15 years of hell.

Emotions...they control us. Who would've known my anger would turn me into a monster.

All clouds have a dark side

I'm surrounded by tulips

Another gray day

This story unfold like petals you have to read more chapter to understand When people betray you, you don't just lose trust in them. You lose yourself. Aiden stopped explaining a long time ago. At school, he's quiet. Invisible. Forgotten. At home, silence says more than words ever did. But online, under the name BellAfterMidnight, his words are everywhere- felt by thousands who don't know his face. Between a past that blamed him, a family that noticed too late, an obsession that won't let go, and a nameless girl on a school rooftop who listens without asking- this is the story of a boy learning that silence can protect you... but it can't heal you. A slow-burn, emotional story about trauma, anonymity, and quiet connection.

A story about how I see the world, however I'm using one of my ocs for my own privacy

"Thoughts that Fester in the Brain" is a haunting collection of poetry that explores the depths of loneliness, heartbreak, and despair. Each poem captures the raw emotions of feeling lost, forgotten, and unseen in a world that offers no solace. For those who have ever felt the weight of isolation or the ache of unfulfilled love, this book is a reflection of those darkest moments, where sadness lingers and hope feels distant. A journey into the heart of human suffering, this collection offers no comfort-only the truth of what it means to feel truly alone.

All about those private thoughts we experience when you want someone....but they don't want you

I need you as much as I need air to breathe.