Poem: Flameout
It all goes quiet That's when you know It's happening again The nose pitches forward, So you haul back on the stick For a moment a response But it's gone all too quick Your heart, like your head, Knows what's below Knows what is...
Regrets
She was tall Had skin like fall She knew she was smart But that wouldn't be enough She had fought for it all Every minute she spent She knew it would've meant Giving it all up for him Not knowing she was only part of his whim She...
The Freeing of My soul
"Look, all he's doing is trying to control you. That's why he took over when you get your Oxy and Fentanyl. You can't let him do this to you, you're his parents, not the other way around." Hearing that I couldn't help but to sigh, whispering to myself...
TAWOG: The Money Deleted Scene
Rated 13+ for suicide.
The Pit of Depression - medium poem
I'm alone when you're gone Alone when you're around Darkness surrounds me Yet it does not taint your vision of me. All I think, hear, and see Is the pit inside my heart. The pit that surrounds me The pit that controls my being. I basked in the...
Kichi's Karma part 2
**Kichi's Karma** Hope you like and sorry for the long, in my terms long wait! ======================================================================================================= I look down to where I felt a pain in my side to see that the...
Dead Dreams
Blue Limbs, Serene, Drifting, Dead Dreams, A night to forget, a night for sorrow, a night with no tomorrow, A Pill for each pain, drifting insane, without love, without anything above, Blue Limbs, Serene, Drifting Dead Dreams, A time for...
Filthy: Chapter 2
He asked "s-s-s-suicide bombers!" the startled pokemon replied. we were in shock, we heard a loud bang, then screams. "let's get out of here!" i screamed.
What Am I Good For?
What Am I Good For? A Short Story by The Cuddling Fox A sigh escapes my muzzle; slowly, but it was still there. I rub my head fur mostly in frustration; can't sleep, again. I try so hard, every night...
SPQR Chapter 7
His claws, though useless against the centurion's tough armor were sharp enough to sever arteries- a self-inflicted wound would be enough to end martellus' suffering and this was a popular form of suicide amongst all the creatures of rome.
Prologue
Warning this story contains suicide, strong language, an insane psycho killer, blood, and descriptive content that may frighten or sicken you. read at your own risk if you dare. definitely not for kids unless you're into this kind of stuff.
Contemplate Hope
_ **Contemplate Hope** `` _ _The world around me spins about,_ _and gives my thoughts a grain of doubt._ _While on this Earth, as it turns,_ _would my death even bring concern? ``_ _To the public, I think not,_ _and most a tear would sum to...