Selfmutilation Stories

A story-poem compilation entitled: 29 Days © for the cover and media used M.

A explanation of my mind in the form of poems, i hope you enjoy :) P.S. I'm posting poetry again after over a year of being absent from the scene, however, i haven't written any of this recently. Everything i am adding until further said is old poetry i wrote during a really hard time for me. A lot will end with the idea that I've given up but i can assure i am still alive and kicking.

Charli folds paper stars she never lets anyone see. Mars notices the things no one else does. And somewhere between silence and chaos, something begins that neither of them knows how to name.

My experience with sh

Where did you go? What did you do? Why did you go there? Who pulled you out?

there will be triggers such as TW self harm,eating disorders( probably)and many others,this is going to be based on how I feel about things and my vents.This is probably going to be extremely triggering for others so if these circumstances alarm you don't read this.ill probably post more lighthearted stories maybe like a poem book.get ready for lots of angst.also this is one if my first books.i apologize for triggering anyone if you read this,please don't if you think it will.

''I'm thankful for My struggle because without it I wouldn't have found my strength ''- Anonymous. Life isn't always positivity and happiness it's about growing, finding yourself new experiences, and learning about different perspectives of life. Here is my story about my old and new perspective of life.

Harry's hands are shaking as he dials the number on his telephone. The coiling white wire is slipping off of the nightstand, right next to the bottle of empty pills. What had he done?

a collection of my poems

I will be updating random thoughts that flow out of mind :-)

Neil is tired of running after Mary dies. Andrew is tired of the dumpster fire that is life. Canon diversion/Graphic description of death and torture/mentions of self harm/Andrew Minyard's past

The title says it all.

(Y/N) (L/N) was a girl who spent her life observing. She watched as other people interacted, rather than join the conversation. This led to the development of an outsider role, (Y/N) felt as if she was in a world where nothing she did mattered. After moving to Japan as a transfer student from America; (Y/N) enrolls to UA, an elite hero training school. After joining class 1-A, (Y/N) meets her fellow classmates and forms friendships with her energizing class. Will the new change be able to help (Y/N) join the rest of the world, or will she continue to be an outsider ? Trigger Warning: there will be mentions of self harm, eating disorders, drug use, mature language, suicide and abuse. If you find any of these topics triggering or offensive, you have been warned.

phoe·nix ˈfēniks/ noun (in classical mythology) a unique bird that lived for five or six centuries in the Arabian desert, after this time burning itself on a funeral pyre and rising from the ashes with renewed youth to live through another cycle. a person or thing regarded as uniquely remarkable in some respect.

-Cutting -Crying -Suicide -Self Mutilation -Burning -Bullies

When finding evidence is by the skin of one's teeth, what price are you willing to lay to find the culprit?

some good ol werewolf stuff..probably not gonna be to great but eh...thats my opinion.

Just a collection of my old poems as a morbid, anger-repressed teenager. Not all of them are about blood and murder, I didn't want to put the best ones first. Keep reading!

An Auto-Biography of an extreme case Domestic Violence survivor and an account on how she currently views life, content warnings being: • Physical Abuse ( Beating, dragging, throwing, cutting. ) • Mental Abuse ( Worth Deprication, Name Calling, Ingrained Self Hatred, Forced Acceptance of Fault ) • Self Harm ( Mentally, burning, self punching, scratching. ) • Drug Abuse ( Weed, XTC, Speed ) • Heavy personality drifts • Stalking & Fear for Life • Religion based Persecution This is written by memories and may be changed ever so often due to how trauma and the brain work and co-operate to protect the person in question, namely by changing scenes to be either more lighthearted than reality or to block the access to memories leading to guess work. Some memories of childhood, and the age of the writer, me myself, are guess work as no one really knows how old I was but my believed and legal age from this point is 27 years old with a year play room in either direction. The abuse talked about in my memoirs are not light, and while I will change names of those involved due to privacy law and the needed actions taken in order to now be taken to court. ~For my follow empaths and those that feel with me~ I am safe, my ex Fiance is dead due to guards, and my adoption mother who started the abuse is dying from cancer. I live currently in a safe country, and I am celebrating Christmas and I celebrated my birthday for the first time in my life this year, 2021.