Historias de Notokay

"Perfectly Fine." is a collection of raw, unfiltered poems about teens who look okay on the outside and are unraveling on the inside. It speaks for the kids who pass in hallways unnoticed, who joke too loud, smile too easily, and carry scars-fresh and faded-beneath their sleeves. These poems confront abuse, addiction, silence, anger, grief, and survival without sugarcoating or glamorizing the pain. Each piece is a different voice, a different truth, proving that everyone reads a different story in the same book. This collection exists to say what so many are forced to swallow: we are not okay, and pretending we are is killing us.

"Casper, if tomorrow never comes, what would you want to say to me?" "Tomorrow will come. It's ok," Astrid's boyfriend, Casper, doesn't answer her texts or calls later that night. He isn't home, and he isn't at school. He's gone. Follow Astrid on her journey as a devoted, determined lover who will do anything to get her man back. *ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO THE AUTHOR. NO COPYING!

Sharing the bad parts of life might just save someone's life. Poems from the silent to the silent

In every family, there is a whole load of mysteries. The Cobain's? They are plagued by dangerous secrets that pit one against another. Welcome to The Cobain Files, where you will learn about one of the most dysfunctional families one may ever meet...

one-shots of Mr. Stark (Iron man) being a father figure for Peter Parker (Spiderman) I have not seen all the movies and do not remember them, but like Mr. Stark is Peter's dad or something (right?). No spoilers. Contains⚠️: Mr. Stark being a dad for Peter. April. 16. 2022.

THIS IS FAKE HAHAHAHAHA TWIGGER WARNING ! SA, SH, AND POSSIBLY OTHER TRIGGERS THAT I WOULDNT KNOW OF.

Short stories to try and make u feel uncomfortable or unsafe ;)

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This book is a joke lol

Poems i wrote because someone broke my heart👍

I'm Not Okay

Life is difficult and I tend to keep things to my self. So I share it here because I probably won't post this but if I do things have gotten bad (this is like a stupid little blog thingy that I doubt anyone will read)

Heartbroken again, betrayed and left to die

Cyclical Mundanity

A collection of my original poems, some are unnamed so will have stuff like "idk" and other random stuff.

This is just a place for me to vent because I have nobody to talk to , its like my heavy , dark and twisted diary , every word , every chapter goes along with my life , I wouldn't even call this a story more like the diary of a teenage pansexual emo , I'm scared , lonely and trapped with no escape , I'm deciding on ways to kill myself, ways on getting out , and ways of getting help ..whether you read this story or not that's up to you. As long as I get a place to voice my feeling I'm fine (but it would be nice if you read this tho)