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I Will Survive

I Will Survive

A Book by Nicole-louise McDonald


The story of a young teenage girl who believes she's lost everything and turns to cutting etc.
Theftry

Theftry

A Poem by Kat


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You get to decide my fate

You get to decide my fate

A Poem by ~L.A.


Wrote this a long time ago
The pain

The pain

A Poem by ~L.A.


Spur of the moment poem
Dark Desires

Dark Desires

A Poem by Sad Penguin


Part of me wishes you were dead.
The Darkness

The Darkness

A Poem by ~L.A.


She stands alone,wishing to be gone.Cruel fate won't release its grip,she's hanging on by her fingertips.So many reasons to live,yet so many to not go..
Monster

Monster

A Poem by Sarah


After an arguement with my mom I decided to do a little writing,because what I was feeling was so powerfull, I fealt I needed to explain it.
Monsters regime

Monsters regime

A Poem by Lola


Ther is a whole institution behind the hell inside you.
Lineman's Last Climb

Lineman's Last Climb

A Poem by Re'al McNameson


A poem dealing with the loss of some of those I've loved along the way.
Whatever Life Brings

Whatever Life Brings

A Poem by It's Only Me


While stars were burning,The world was turningAll because you were hereAnd as rain was falling,I'd run out callingAnd in a second you'd be hereBut the..
Rachel

Rachel

A Story by ladykillerlove


Drugs are a terrible thing and Rachels husband can't take her drug abuse anymore. Short story.
((…engulfed…))

((…engulfed…))

A Poem by Sakshi


I’m feeling silence I never experienced,& it just leaves me so stoned,As if my life is halted for a moment,& time has finally called me ..
Negative Change

Negative Change

A Poem by Sara Valente


Just a compilation of my thoughts mushed into a few paragraphs. Constructive criticism is much appreciated! x
Flesh and Bones

Flesh and Bones

A Poem by Sara Valente


There comes a point in the midst of depression when you get so used to being sad that you just cannot feel anymore.You cannot feel the happiness when ..
What's Wrong?

What's Wrong?

A Story by Broken Child


I asked myself the same question every minute of every day. I sat in front of the mirror, or lay in bed, and I never found the answer. I looked back o..