Overwhelmed Stories

To everyone who has ever smiled while silently falling apart. To the people who stayed awake because their minds refused to rest. To the ones who were called lazy when they were simply trying to survive. And to anyone who has ever felt invisible- This story is for you. New ep on Saturday

Some small sad stories that I write when I am emotionally overwhelmed. Thats it really.

It's a compilation of heartbroken poetry from January till now. I recommend you to read the latest one as my writing has changed in time.

Throughout this poem collection, I chart a painful descent from the chaotic, dizzying heights of infatuation into the quiet, hollow reality of self-deprecating loneliness and grapple with the agonizing friction between an overwhelming desire for deep connection and a protective instinct to retreat. Ultimately, the poems serve as a raw confession of vulnerability, capturing the exhaustive toll of putting others first, feeling misunderstood or valued only for utility, and patiently waiting on the margins of life for a breakthrough that feels devastatingly out of reach.

A young girl by the name of Layla Fernandez was a student at Riverside High School. She was labeled "perfect," by everyone around her and students and teachers held high expectations. She falls under pressure and academic burnout over time.

I'm not a poet. Just a writer trying to find something lost between these pages. This isn't a poetry book. It's a home for the memories I couldn't let go of, the conversations I never got to finish, and the love that never learned how to leave. If you've ever searched for someone in an old photograph, smiled through tears, or found comfort in memories that still feel warm... Then perhaps these pages belong to you too. Welcome to The Warmth You Left Behind. ✨

all abt the overwhelming emotionzzz!!!

a story between sunoo and jungwon!<3 a bit mature! ⚞^. .^⚟

......................... What's this void that lingers through my soul and being, trying to see the light yet all around me is darkness, considering if I should unleash this darkness on the world.

You won't find them on maps. But they exist. Martial clans. Mercenary orders. Ghost sects older than your country. In the quiet corners of the world, they're still fighting over forgotten power. This is a side story - one of many. And nothing about it is small. What if the mythical martial art never vanished but adapt into mordern world, what if Asia is not the only place that house many history of Wuxia. What if the west world have their own Kung fu clan too. This is one of many tale from this invisible world that was cover from the general public. This is my own kung fu wuxia story crafted by breaking many tale apart and built them up like lego. I'll leave subtle hint about my inspiration in the story like Easter egg, enjoy P/s. I try to upload my note to showing my original hand written work too

A faerie who woke up from a ninety year long coma

yet, I'm still here, you are not a threat, but i still hear.. hear you destroying me, piece by piece, so i just let it be.. until you fall into pieces, but I'm afraid to fall down with you, so I save you every time.. what have you done to me?

A 6year old Carrie Webb was kidnapped by the orders of no other than the young master, Jonathan Stark. He lives alone with his house hold staff in a remote area in the outskirts of town. She is taken there and made to stay in an underground room in his house. What's to become of them? But most importantly, what's to become of her?

Just some poems about just some things which makes me think about some more little things.

We have so many dreams in our lives wheather waiting for the acceptance letter from Hogwarts to being a rich millionaire and opening your own company or just living in a countryside with breathtaking view of nature with your loved ones but we mostly get those things in the most obnoxious ways All things have their own pain from a little tear in our brand new cloth to falling of a leaf from the tree To wanting to live again to not being to handle it Everything happens within ourselves like wanting to be happy but your mind doesn't allow it so you become comfortable with sadness or when you get to live your dreams it simply doesn't feel right

I feel so very lonely..

You can get caught in small moments, whether they are yours or ones you have observed from outside of the frame. Small moments that can last eternities, or big moments that can pass too quickly. They can mesmerize, confuse, irritate, and warm us. From the eyes, through the mind, and felt by the heart, here are descriptions and criticisms of stupid little things. A.k.a. cheese

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"I feel as if my body is broken into pieces...as if ever since, I was dropped like a delicate beautiful vase and all of my pieces shattered against the cold hard floor of reality. Every piece cannot be found. Not even the the small core of me. I am Broken, and they or him can't do anything about it. Let me succumb to my cracks and wounds as I lay here to suffer slowly and painfully." Sequel to Little Things. All right reserved. Copyright 2013

Poems for the Soul, Poems for God is a collection born from the shadows of pain and the quiet light of hope. Each verse reflects a piece of a soul journeying through life's darkest valleys, searching for purpose, peace, and the gentle voice of God. In these words lie the ache of struggle, the vulnerability of surrender, and the resilient faith that finds rest in Him. This book is for the weary heart, for those on the edge of giving up, and for anyone seeking refuge from life's storms. It is a reminder that even in the depths of sorrow, there is a divine hand reaching out, offering hope and restoration. In God, we are assured-our burdens lifted, our souls edified, and our paths lit with promise. Let these poems be a balm, a call to rest in the One who promises peace beyond understanding and strength for the journey ahead. This cliche books is for you. Thanks for your support in advance