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BagelRat

BagelRat

I should spice up my pf so here we go.. Hi!!! My name is Maggie I’m clinically depressed as you can see from my writings. I’m lesbian. 🏳️‍🌈 okay I’m making myself cringe I’m done…

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4wxm1czj4shavuseonv6tz?si=xkwm73lytqgpx46xblrqjq&pi=u-xl2mmj3lt1ir
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BagelRat

BagelRat

I should spice up my pf so here we go.. Hi!!! My name is Maggie I’m clinically depressed as you can see from my writings. I’m lesbian. 🏳️‍🌈 okay I’m making myself cringe I’m done…

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4wxm1czj4shavuseonv6tz?si=xkwm73lytqgpx46xblrqjq&pi=u-xl2mmj3lt1ir
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BagelRat

1 min read

Something I want to do it

Giving up feels like the only option

Sometimes I wish I never thought like this

I wish my blade wasn’t in arm’s reach

But it was..

Now four months down the drain

Why do I bother?

No one cares

No one congratulates me

They only prowl on me for my mess ups

Oh well

Who cares?

It was just four months.....

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BagelRat

1 min read

Sparks fly between us

You tattoo a smile on my face

I get butterflies when you touch me

A faint blush on my face when I see you

I love When we call

Your so beautiful

I love your smile and everything about you


-M



"Its Impossible

To get you off

My Mind I think about

100 thoughts and you

are 99

- Тate McRae...

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Brother

BagelRat

1 min read

You make me feel worthless

Calling me fat

Adopted

And others

You fucking abuse me

No but it’s okay because your special needs

You get a pass for being autistic

YOUR FUCKING 20

YOUR EMOTIONALLY ABUSE ME AND PHYSICALLY

no one cares

You get to say all the shit you want

It’s not a joke

I made you hurt yourself

But you make me have scars up and down my body

But who cares you dont know better…...

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Alone

BagelRat

1 min read

I’m loosing everyone around me…

First my two best friends

Now myself

I was just happy

I didn’t hate myself for once

Now you came and backstabbed me

And I backstabbed someone else


Here lies my friend from kindergarten, my friend from middle school, and my last drop of hope…...

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I Think I’m Bi..?

BagelRat

1 min read

(My mind)


Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Girls Boys…





WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME



I’m supposed to like girls but I don’t understand. Maybe I want to give them another chance. I don’t know anymore. I feel like I’m breaking rules for this guy I only saw once.....

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Text Message

BagelRat

1 min read

I told myself I wouldn’t message you


I want to see if you’ll message me


Maybe you won’t


Maybe this little obsession is nothing


Maybe we’re meant to be


Maybe it’s fate


Or maybe your just another girl…...

Poetry

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Birthday

BagelRat

1 min read

I hate my birthday

Everyone does what they want

But what about me?

It’s fine

Nothings ever about me…...

Poetry

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Scars To Your Beautiful

BagelRat

1 min read

The thought of the scars on your waist.


I just wanted to kiss them until they go away.


I want to hold you forever and let you know it's okay.


Admsit all our chaos I want fade away peacefully in your arms.


It will all be okay someday my love.


-M...

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Broken To Beautiful

BagelRat

1 min read

I can’t ever put you through that again


I keep breaking the promises


But I swear I will keep it this time


I will find better ways to cope

I will start looking in the mirror


I have stop cutting


I have stopped starving myself


My bleeding has lead to my beauty



I’m doing this for all of y’all....

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She Doesn’t Know

BagelRat

1 min read

She doesn’t know


I told her how I felt and she made me feel useless.

More useless than a candy wrapper or a broken toy.


She doesn’t know why I hate my birthdays.


She doesn’t know why I sit awake at night.


She doesn’t know why I hate boys.


She doesn’t know what each scar represents.


She doesn’t know how many of them are from her.


She doesn’t know how much I hate myself.


She doesn’t...

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