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By Nathan Sharp
I feel really down today... So why not write a poem about what would happen if I die? Usually it keeps me from trying to.
Edit: It worked. I'm okay. Going to bed now. I'll post again sometime in June if I remember.
Poetry | Updated May 27, 2014 | Reads: 41 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poetry | Updated May 26, 2014 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Say goodbye, now. Cause my lifeâ€¦ Just. Went. Black
Just a little poem I thought up about how I often feel, not much else to say.
Poetry | Updated May 25, 2014 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
Her name was Gill Nelson. She was bound by chains of fear and love for years, until at last they let go, and the world broke down around her.
By Madhu Baglari
Life's full of hope. Depression and pain don't mean the end of one's life. One should never lose one's hope. Commiting suicide is not a way to escape. It ends your life and not your trouble. Your life may not be valuable to yourself, but it can mean the whole world to your loved one. THINK...
Short Story | Updated May 23, 2014 | Reads: 118 | Comments: 4 | Likes: 8
What I imagine to be what goes through the head of a suicidal person at the end.
Short Story | Updated May 23, 2014 | Reads: 19 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Idk what to put here. Sad suicide thing.
Short Story | Updated May 23, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Poetry | Updated May 21, 2014 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
Liz is your average 21 year old girl, well, she was until her four year old son Reymond died in a drowning accident. Liz is majorly depressed and can't seem to cope, she doesn't understand how her mom did it when Liz's big sister died. This short story is about Liz's journey with this terrible...
I lost myself trying to find me...
The story of me. I believe I might be a psychopath. But who knows. I may be a new thing entirely. I'm a tad sducidal and have a strange urge to kill others. This is my minds innermost thoughts. I would say enjoy but that seems insensitive.
By Joanna Strafford
"For Jesse life had always been so much better in the past although there were a lot of things he just wished he could forget. His father yelled about all the dandelions around the house, but Jesse felt bittersweet when he saw the fluffy little flowers sticking up from the dirt. He remembered...