Tags : trauma

Life In A Deep Dark Well

Life In A Deep Dark Well

A Poem by Invisible Ink


I survived the trauma. I have not survived the aftermath, yet. Living with depression and PTSD
A lesson learned

A lesson learned

A Story by Alice


This is one of the stories featuring Rain, who is one of the characters I write about fairly often. She has a past that bounces around a lot and I hav..
The Beast: First Attack (Chicken Skin)

The Beast: First Attack (Chicken Skin)

A Story by Amissa Caritate


A piece of my beloved childhood.
Alone

Alone

A Chapter by TabaD


Patrick forced Furia to go with the Russian... there was simply no other way. Now he will be forced to face his inner Demons in the worst way.
Am I Still Not Good Enough?

Am I Still Not Good Enough?

A Poem by 1Disawsum


What do i have to do, to be the perfect child, you've always wanted? *SECOND PLACE WINNER IN 'POEMS FOR THOUGHT' CONTEST AND THIRD IN THE 'GET MY ATT..
Still Circle

Still Circle

A Poem by Nyanachi


There are no decisions to make here, its all just set without a breath of life. Just the defining emptiness of black and white, where the killers of c..
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1.

A Poem by Mason K.


When I was young, my mother told me to think twice before speaking.But my mind is like a dripping faucet,Droning on and on and on...And the proverb sa..
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3.

A Poem by Mason K.


When children grow up in haunted houses,Moments of peace are few and far between.When children grow up in haunted houses,They learn the real nature of..
God Grant Me

God Grant Me

A Poem by taboo.poet


My life is but a million strokes.I sift through my chronicles of lifeIn different complexities of events,Colors,Symbolism.Disparity.God, Grant me norm..
Concrete Angel

Concrete Angel

A Story by taboo.poet


short story about a first love's tragic end
If You Choose Her (Mature, Erotica/Horror)

If You Choose Her (Mature, Erotica/Horror)

A Poem by Jetta Zippora


A jealous woman calculating revenge...
The Art of Compassion

The Art of Compassion

A Poem by Mike Defreitas


Am I feeling anxious? Yes. Too much. I can't stop looking at myself because I cant stop sensing - perceiving at a fundamental level - too deep for..