If life is like a sharp stick then im the ass it rams into....

chains.

lots of chains

what the actual fuck

it was a normal day. completely normal. just me and my boyfriend and….. My boyfriend. Dan. what the fuck did he??? no. no of course not

i look around. chains across the ceiling in a dingy inclosed cement building. almost like a garage. More like a crypt. that doesn’t help my anxiety. the chains extend down and attach to my wrists and neck, b...

The dead have nothing to fear

So why am i terrified?

Im dead, yes. But shes not

I wont be with her ever again

Never feel her touch

Her warmth

I am lovelorn.

I am gong to miss her....

I don’t even now how i started working here. Or even why. I don’t remember getting to this point in my life or what had caused it. “Will that be all?” I ask the fatass man in front of me behind the slanted glass. “Add some more” i rolled my eyes internally “more what?”

“Fingers”

I did as i was told and watched him hobble back over to his table. I look around the whole room; so many fucking pig...

Groaning. Am I dreaming?

More groaning. No. This is….real?

Gasping for breathe i sit up in the middle of the woods. My hands are covered in mud, under my nails and in my hair. “What the actual fuck.” Where am i? The groaning is starting again. The night is all most full making the clearing more eerie than i it would be normally.

I check my pockets looking for my phone or anything of importan...

TRIGGER WARING

this story contains mention of self ham and suicide, view discretion is advised.

The blade runs against my hot flesh,

The blood is somehow warmer then the rest,

“What did you do?” My brain yells,

Whatever, im already going to hell,

Tuesday is worse,

I get sent to the school nurse,

“I’m going to call your Mom”

Oof, wait until she drops this bomb,

I get off with a slap in the wr...

My Dearest Natalie , 1/7/1832

_560 days without word from you or the main land, i’m beginning to worry if my letters are even reaching you. My trusty carrier pigeon -Thomas- has been a good companion on these wretched seas. Some nights I think of what we would be doing together. Would we court each other? Or is that not allowed in your world. I would love nothing more than...

My mom wasn’t a good person. I mean, she was as good as she could be, but it wasn’t good enough. often leaving my sister to fend for herself, leaving for days at a time.

My dad wasn’t much better. Alcoholic. I found out what that word meant when I was 7 then I was able to connect the dots. my sister was nearly 10 when I was born. when I was put in to this world my parents decided they would sha...

I tried to kill myself last May. “wow you attention seeker” i’m sure you’re thiking that. who wouldn’t. I lay in the feild that day, thinking of the easiest way to go. Letters where already written. I’d told my family I needed to go for a walk. Get out of the house, feel the warmth of spring around me.

People always say that you are never alone and someone is always there. That’s not true. I liv...

Yawning, I sit up in bed, stretching and blinking in the early sun. My best friends had left earlier in the week and i was once again on my lonesome. Well, of course there was always Mason, but he was….interesting.

7:35am

mason:

“are we going again today?”

sigh. can’t even brush my teeth first.

Mason and i met in the 4th grade when he moved here from NJ. His mom was a druggie (according t...