You lay on your bed, after your parents say you aren't trying hard enough. You've done everything you thought you could for them, and you're at your breaking point.
They're right.
You're no good.
Your monophobia (fear of being alone), has grown to a crippling point. You are alone in your room
You're a teen who doesn't know how to drive, handle money, or anything necessary to function in the actual world.
There's no hope for you.
You look around, desparate to find a good tool for your death, but you can't.
You find a push pin. A tiny push pin in your wall that used to hold a poster. You take it out, and brush the tip to your skin.
You did it. You relapsed after a year, and it feels great.,
Forgetting all the psychological pains, succumbing to the physical.
And then that one person in your life texts you.
It may be a love partner, or your best friend, or a good sibling.
And you remember someone cares.
You break out into tears and apologize and you don't stop because you forgot you're not truly alone. And sometimes, they cry too. And are so happy you're okay
~~ Author's Note~~
This happened to me the day when I wrote this. And if you need help, always know you're not alone. That there's someone out there who cares. Don't give up.
~AustrianLights
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Of the Depressed and Angsty
Teen Fictiontw suicide mention, tw depression, tw angst?, tw self harm A lot of this is fictional, but there will be some non-fiction too. This is a series of short stories, probably not really all connected to each other, but as the title states, alll the dep...
