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The life of a neglected child

The life of a neglected child Reading this will make your day better. #No More #webcomic #LINEWEBTOON

[waitwhatnostahp]

I have an inability to work if idont feel like it. If i need something done but i dont feel like working i will just sit and stare at what i need to be working on. My brain wont function and i just cant do what i need to. And even if i dont need to work if i dont feel like working i just stop functioning. Ill stare at a wall for hours or the sky or the ceiling for hours. Not moving. I just cant work if i dont feel like it.

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This is some creepy stuff in my opinion// long read

So i had a lucid nightmare the other night. I knew i was dreaming and that i was asleep. The base of this is that i kept teleporting from memory to memory and each time i teleported i got nauseous and that every memory was paused. I started dreaming and i didnt really have a great day so i was thinking kinda dark thoughts and i realized i was dreaming so i was like this is fine. Then the first teleport happened. i was in a dark reddish room. Satan was in the background and was just laughing. And there were 2 goats by him. And goddamn my vision of satan is frickin creepy man. I imagined him with a ram skull as a head and a gorilla esque body so a little bulkier upper body and a smaller lower body but hes still like a good 8-9’ tall with a torn up robe and scattered cloth hanging from his bones as he is just a skeleton with torn flesh at places. But the robe never touches his blood stained bones. The robe kinda just presses against “tissue” like something is there, even though there isnt anything there. And hes laughing at me. The goats start walking towards me and im trying to back up but i cant move. And the goats start mauling me and i felt the flesh start ripping off of my bones and my organs spilling out and blood everywhere as the goats just kill me. I felt this so realistically and i kept telling myself oh this is just a dream just a dream but it hurt like hell and fuck man. When the goats are done tearing me to peices and ripping my flesh and devouring my organs i teleport. I flop to the floor and my head kinda just starts floating so i can see my body against the ground. Bleeding and torn to shreds, organs spilled. Just a horrible grotesque sight. I recognize the room im in, its the living/dining room area from when i lived across the street from a school. So theres the front door and directly in front of it is an open space. Beige walls, kitchen to the right as a sliver on the side of the house, dining room table to the right corner just before the kitchen doorway, a long brown couch along the left wall towards the end of the room, a wooden square little coffee table type thing in front of the couch on top of a large dark brown carpet. There was a wood cabinet thing with a display on top and one of the old box tvs on the bottom in the middle part of the cabinet. To the left were rooms directly after the entrance. After the living room to the right was another room, door closed. And a room next to that, the office. And so im there and to the right of me is my dad. Paused. Not moving. No sound. In a half laugh position. My dad a burly mexican guy frozen in a half laugh and my magled bloody mess of a body next to him. My head floating staring at them. No sound. This felt like thirty minutes of just staring at this. No sensation in my body whatsoever. Then i teleported again. The memory of my first long bike ride. Venice beach to malibu. A decent sized distance. Down the beach bike trail. The ocean to the left of me, people there in the water and on the shore frozen. Paused in time. The waves not crashing. No noise. I started walking. For what felt hours i walked. My legs slowely getting torn up by the sand leaving a trail of blood behind me. Flesh and blood ripped from my legs littered the sand behind me as i watched the frozen people. My legs gone up until my knee unable to do anything but keep walking. I couldn’t feel anything. No stimuli at all other than sight. And the longer i walked the more grey the scene became. You know how in some movies they have a soft noise that turns into an ear piercing screech. Well that happened to me except that that ear peircing screech turned into screams for help, pounding away at my brain destroying my thoughts. Screaming and screeching help me and ill kill you and fuck off and save me. It was overwhelming. Then suddenly no noise. Then small laughter building up to mild laughter. Not bad but it felt evil. It felt horrible. Then i teleported again. At this point i tried to wake up. So i tried to wiggle my fingers but everytime i tried to move i would teleport again. And teleporting made me horribly nauseous. I was getting so nauseous. So bad. And it kept flickering through the scenes and every few scenes satan would come up and start laughing. The laughing didnt stop until i stopped trying to move, and satan kept flickering in.i was balled up on the floor about to vomit. Then in front of me were tons of my old elementary school friends. All paused, not moving. No noise. Then my friends started melting. Everything was melting. The parts touching the floor melted the fastest. Flesh dripping to the concrete, organs dripping out, splatting against the floor. Their brains out pouring into the pavement while the skeleton dripped. Blood everywhere. Then it started teleporting really fast again. Every scene flickering farther towards red. Then stop. I was on the floor dieing about to puke with my family staring at me frozen. They couldnt move. No noise. I was screaming at myself to wake up. But i couldnt . I just kept screaming. Then i saw satan. He was walking towards me. Then rapid fire teleportation again but satan kept his place. Walking towards me through all the scenes. As a constant. He got up to me balled up about to puke and strung me up. Started cutting me. Like paper cuts around my whole body. Then tearing small bits of skin off. Torturing me. Keeping me up. Blood over my body. He was peeling me. Then I woke up. I couldnt go back to sleep that night.

[waitwhatnostahp]

Im trying to go to sleep and its just to bright It doesnt feel dark enough I turned off all the lights And its still to bright No light in my room at all But it still feels to bright

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It starts with the gut feeling that something is wrong A bottomless pit emerges where your stomach was It starts to engulf your body Like a liquid taking over the body You feel your blood pumping Your muscles start to contract You start to hyperventilate The dread fills your mind When your bloody is fully tensed You start having the inability to breathe The feeling if falling emerges from the pit Convulsing You cant stop Slowly you tip back forward Like being stuck in a chair that is slightly to far back You end up fine But the shock stays there You feel tired and horrible Just keep swearing Maybe it will take your mind off of it But it cant The pit is faded everywhere but your mind Letting the dark thoughts out Death Hurt Everything hurts Please help is all you can muster Better get used to this.

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The devil is returning tomorrow. My life doesn't need him Red and angry Itchy feeling when you touch him I do not feel ok My body cannot handle this I cant I do not feel ok

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I need to sleep I want to be strong And able to live But to sleep Is to be weak I cannot sleep anymore

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I dont feel ok Its no reason Just my gut feeling I need to sleep

[waitwhatnostahp]

Thank your body for keeping you alive It tries hard to heal you and help you

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Dreams dont exist unless you sleep So sleep eternally and maybe Your dreams will come true

[dogmother]

I feel like i am floating The ocean doesnt exist The clouds envelope me This silence is fragile Broken by the sound of my breathing I continue to float, Soaring gently down The waves start to Crash Wake up I fall The clouds no longer support me Wake up My insides churn My heart beating faster and faster I feel like im dieing With nothing around me Land nowhere to be seen Water gone Asphyxiation Wake up Blinding lights flash in front of me Wake up Wake up Wakeup Wkeup Wkup Wkp Wk W Wake up wake up wake up The sounds rush in Blaring Peace Gone Wake I awoke Wake up

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Torn limbs flash before me, ragdoll onto my body I wake feeling different Blood spattered on my clothes, for i have finally killed my mind

[waitwhatnostahp]

Its time for buh buhbuh bup buhbuh bullshit

[fightthewhispers-deactivated202]

Listen up.

Let me tell you, people will notice if you aren’t there. Hear me out. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I go to the café on campus to get an iced coffee and some kind of breakfast food after my first class. It’s like clockwork, and I’ll sit in the same spot and wait until my next class that starts at 11:30. This Wednesday I was finally getting a restful sleep so I ended up not going to any of my classes, thus not going to the café. Today, when I walked in all of the workers said “hey! We missed you the other day, we hope everything is alright.” And that’s when I realized that even though I often feel insignificant and like I don’t really affect the people around me, I do. These people aren’t my friends, and they only know my name because of how frequently I order the same sandwich for lunch. But they did notice my absence, and they did miss my smiling face (maybe because I’m one of the few students on campus that treats them like real people and isn’t an asshole). But regardless, my absence made a difference in their day, even if it was only for a few minutes. So what I’m trying to say is this: you matter. That person at the grocery store would miss seeing you every week. The Starbucks baristas that you see everyday would notice if you didn’t come during their shift. The person at the post office would notice if you stopped coming in to buy stamps. It’s easy to get caught up in the mental illness and start to believe that you don’t matter, no one would notice if you were gone, and everyone would be better off without you. I honestly PROMISE that people would notice.

[just-a-skinny-boy]

THIS

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I am chained to my emotions

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As i sleep I understand That this void Is where i want to be. As i sleep The hollow thoughts and The soul floating outside of my body Rampage gradually This is not a vivid dream I am screaming As I sleep I Wish to not think Again about how i do not Think Of Myself As a Person I thought I was As i sleep My Dreams Terrify Me As i go along my duties My nightmares come And when they do My sleep turns into a battle for consciousness Which i try to win And when the nightmares leave I do not rest peacefully As Night Mares haunt me Stomp and triumph over me As i sleep I hope i am not I wish i would not sleep But this wake of doubt And depression Pull me in Hoping to grab me by my legs As i am pulling towards the surface Of the pool That is only a half a meter deep I scream And i suffocate Drowning under my worries Drowning with the weight of My Mind Pulling me down Visually I am fine Visually you can see the cracks I am leaking water I am a boat filled with sodium I have to float Or i will explode I will drown in these thoughts As i sleep I am contempt