Prey | Poem

Artist Unknown

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"She has no face, she has no name; a lost soul, The Devil to blame."

A fictional poem written and created by me.

The Lost Diary #9 | State of Decay

The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.

STATE OF DECAY

There’s a darkness inside of me—a demon, lurking in the shadowed parts of my soul. It consumes every ounce of my well-being and there’s no way to kill it without killing myself. It feeds on my happiness, my failures, my disappoints, my insecurities and the loss of my hope. It disables me. 

It whispers awful things to me and gets inside my head—its maggots crawling inside my mind, burying their filth and decay inside my brain. It becomes me.

The Lost Diary #7 | Internal

The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.

Internal

I'm sorry.

These words are hard to find—hard to speak. I'm sorry you have to see me like this, so raw and so weak. 

I wish I was different, I wish I were strong. Haunted by my corrupted and anxious thoughts, I wish to belong.

These Last Words | Short Story

"Words cut deeper than knives."

A dark, serious fictional short story written and created by me in 2012 - STEPHEX.

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Disclaimer: This fictional piece was inspired by events that sadly happen to students (victims) in high school and those who suffer from depression in general.

If you are going through a similar scenario, don't go through depression alone. There is no shame in reaching out, admitting you're not okay and asking for help, even when you feel like no one will listen to you, they will and they should. Things will get better, it's only a matter of time. 

And if you know someone who is going through a dark time, please reach out to them and try your best to understand them, it'll mean more than you think and you may just save their life. x

The Lost Diary #3 | The Deep End

The Life of The Lost Girl: a creative fictional diary, sometimes based on certain factual truths.

The Deep End

Have you ever looked in the deep end and wanted fall in? I would often picture myself floating then sinking deeper into the abyss—the coldness of the dark water numbing my bones as I stare up at the blurred sunlight. I'd imagine the bubbles that escape from my lips float to the surface and the comforting silence of the still water as I sink further down.

As I reach the bottom, I'd lie there for a while, staring up, and get this faint glimmer of hope as though at any second, a hand would reach out for me. But there's nothing, there's no one—just me and the water surrounding my body. Everything is dead still as if time itself had frozen and fallen in with me. I wouldn't feel anything, I wouldn't think a single thought, I would just lie there like a feather and drift ever so slightly. But then the sun begins to fade and whatever colour I could see turns to grey. And before I know it, I blink and realise I'm drowning. 

In My Despair | Poem

Author of Image/Art Unknown
Colour and contrast edited by me.

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When blood runs thin, the wounds grow deeper.

 

A dark poem written and created by me - STEPHEX.