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Broken Soul

Broken Soul

A Poem by Rubyjewels


Suicide...
Once.

Once.

A Story by Ris


From the victim's point of view on bullying, cutting, and suicide.
Confessions of a Bathroom Stall.

Confessions of a Bathroom Stall.

A Story by aChickWhoWrites


Ever wondered why people run to cry in a bathroom stall?
Unwelcome Pain

Unwelcome Pain

A Story by Natalie Amidon


One fatal night, everything in 15 year old Margot's life changed
Sky Kisses Sky

Sky Kisses Sky

A Poem by Poe Redd


warning, blood and sin.
Entry 1: 12/18/13 6:23 PM

Entry 1: 12/18/13 6:23 PM

A Chapter by Little Miss Obvious


Hey,Thats how you're supposed to start off a journal right? Or should I be like every other girl and be likeDear Diary,Scratch that..I think I'll go w..
A Cut

A Cut

A Poem by a schizophrenic writer


Cuts to pierce my skin,Cuts to heal my sin
My Darker Side

My Darker Side

A Poem by SugarCuddle


This portrays the other more personal side of me :)
Cutting

Cutting

A Poem by a schizophrenic writer


His wrists,His canvas.His razor,His brush.
Dream Diary - August 26th 2014

Dream Diary - August 26th 2014

A Chapter by dw817


The Cutter / Attack Of The Sorceress / Captured By Chicken People / Flying Teacup / Only A Few Admitted / Bulletproof Formula / Cave Exploration / The..
Saving Rachel

Saving Rachel

A Poem by Rachel Anderson


She distracts me with her fire.
The Harkness Light

The Harkness Light

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


We lived on a tiny spit of land That they called the Harkness Light, It sat on a reef, a mile of sand And it beamed out through the n..
The first cut

The first cut

A Story by Bystander


Two lovers who discover a new layer to their relationship.
Quiet Steps

Quiet Steps

A Poem by Penelope Voljeti


I love the Pupils That look up at me As children looks at the stars Eyes wide, mouths open, hands Hanging at their sides.SmileThat holds mineAs t..
The Black Dog Run

The Black Dog Run

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


The hull was that of a freighter, merchant,Old, but still under steam,It rose from off the horizon, distant,Out of somebody’s dream,Its livery h..