Darkthoughts Stories

just some poems

My name is Kailey Rogers. I wasn't always so isolated and sad, but I can't seem to pinpoint where it all went wrong. I have good memories, but they've gotten lost along the way. I'm 24, single and live at home. I envy my sister Gemma, 23. And seem to always annoy everyone. I have no friends, I considered my sister my best friend. And I have dark thoughts and dreams. It's not always of myself dying. But it has been recently. Things that happen during the day that people disregard have me questioning life, and my existence. I would never kill myself. But I dream of it. I dream of what it would be like to die. Like the daydream of death, I had today. That's why I'm sitting on the edge of my bed, wondering what it would be like to die. If all of my family just so happened to step into the hallway to use the toilet or go upstairs at the same time as the ceiling above me finally gave way. If all the cracks in the ceiling joined and there was a sudden snapping sound and I looked up to see the ceiling fall to my bedroom floor, as everything in the attic came down around me, before the weight became too much for my bedroom floor and I found myself falling down to the living room. It would happen so fast. My bed shifting under me making the mattress slip from beneath me, I'd fall backwards as something sharp comes through my bed frame and slices into my back, coming out of my chest. I'd cry out in agony and upon hearing all this my family would look into the room through the dining room doorway. They'd watch my body be impaled and my head slack to the side, facing them, as blood drips from my mouth. Death would slowly be creeping in on me just, so I can see their faces as I'm dying. So, I can see if I actually meant anything to them at all. So, I'd know if I'd be missed or loved.

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At first, it feels like control. Every thought makes sense. Every decision feels right. Every hesitation resolves itself before it becomes a problem. So you trust it. You trust the calm. You trust the clarity. You trust the system forming inside your mind. But what if your thoughts aren't yours? What if every choice has already been decided- refined, corrected, and aligned before you even become aware of it? Arin begins to notice the pattern. The loop. The quiet structure shaping everything he thinks, everything he does. And the deeper he looks... the less control he has. Because the system doesn't trap you from the outside. It builds itself within you. Perfect. Silent. Inevitable. Until one question remains: If you are only observing your thoughts... then who is really in control? A slow-burning psychological descent into consciousness, control, and the illusion of free will- where the horror isn't what you see... ...but what's already thinking for you.

This is a story for people with sucidal thoughts. It's a story about coping, memeories. It's about what I do to make the sucidal thoughts stop. ~Trigger Warning: mentions of suicide~

This is a story. This is my story, I may not be the best writer neither the most interesting but I wanna share my life as a British Pakistani girl and the struggles I faced and still am facing while growing up. (This is just for fun)

why can't you change, you ask? what holds you back and who? true inside of someone's mind.

Dark Poetry - Take my hand, and I'll take yours. We'll walk these halls of ghosts and doors. Each lock is rough with cobwebs and dust. But each key is marked and given with trust

Poetry - While my demons collide, like waves spitting seafoam. Waves crash, and wash away these crumbling stones...

Dark psychological thriller Emotional psychological mystery

A miserable girl dealing with the harsh reality showing how even the "small" problems can cause severe mental harm ... with non-caring parents , solitude , low selfesteem , being fat in a fatshaming society...it destroyed her... will she ever get out of the depression loop.. ? _______________________________ New chapter a day :] . This is my 1st ever book (English is my 3rd language), hope you read it and criticise me so I can improve , please leave a like if u like it :).

tbh, this story is my first story, sorry for unusual description and tags, maybe(?) menceritakan tentang seseorang yang kehilangan akal sehat nya tentang dunia menceritakan tentang seseorang yang melupakan tentang cinta menceritakan tentang seseorang yang depresi karena tekanan hidupnya menceritakan tentang seseorang yang mencintai kegelapan serta kesendirian

Writing down random thoughts that come up at night. Disclaimer: There may be some grammar mistakes and this content contains some sensitive topics (suicide, depression, some curse words, sadness, and more). I don't upload this daily.

I never wanted to be a killer. But something inside me doesn't sleep And.. I'm still deciding who survives.

Just some poems and such I write when I'm feeling crappy and want to vent. I'm fine, stop asking. {WARNING: may contain various triggers}

Depression, my thoughts, triggering, this is stuff in my head and I needed to get it out somehow I don't post frequently so

Is this the sign that I need to begin a new beginning in the afterlife ? Do you believe in reincarnation ? Do you think people like me get a chance to make it better ?