17 // they she // I love reading and I really enjoy writing, though I don’t write much. I thought this daily writing app would help with that. Follow my TikTok, I post some of the stuff I write there
17 // they she // I love reading and I really enjoy writing, though I don’t write much. I thought this daily writing app would help with that. Follow my TikTok, I post some of the stuff I write there
I was eleven years old when I killed myself. I was tired of the bullying at school and I did the only thing I knew to do that would make it all stop; I jumped. I had walked by the bridge every day after school, so I knew where to go. One night I couldn’t take it any longer, so I rode my bike to the bridge.
I stood on the edge of the bridge, my knees trembling and my heart pumping. I was too scar...
Everynight I feel an irresistible urge to scream.
After a long day of staying silent, I go home and want to scream.
My screams would be that of a Banshee; thunderous and piercing.
For the sake of others, I remain silent.
I swallow my roars and hide them far within the maze of my stomach.
The silence is unbearable.
It’s unfair.
Why is it okay for the rest of the world to roar,
but it is unacc...
“Please! I’m sorry for everything! Please return to me Patroclus. My sweet, cold, Patroclus,” was the last thing Achilles said before he died.
I was selfish and petty. I refused to fight due to my selfishness. So when my sweet Patroclus begged me to let him wear my armour, I was reluctant at first. “Achilles, if you insist on running from your prophecy, at least let me fight in your place.” Ac...