http://slow.writerscafe.org/anastasiam The original writings of author Anastasia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776009771 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I remember as a little girl finding out about depression and suicide. I couldn't wrap my mind around why would anyone hurt themselves. My mom warned me about a group tricking people into suicide, but little did she know that she alone provoked my depression. I haven't told her. You ask, why? Because.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/2010076/ Each day we chase after perfection,We forget who we are,All we want is attention,Striving to be a star.What if we are told there is no ideal?Would it be a surprise?What would we feel?What if our lives need a revise?Social media dictates what’s right,We fall into the trap,But really, it buried .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/2002429/ Blood dripping downBurning pain insideThinking about suicideYes, I do self-harmScars on my wristsHiding everydayClenched my fistsI am fading awayNo one seems to carePeople only judgeBeing understood is rareLife isn't fairHere I am, standing alone, no one here, just me and my thougths http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1992484/ I hopped on to Thunder , as he hopped onto Ruffian.“ So where will you take me?” I was curious as always“ You’ll see..” He started to gallop trying to get away from my questions, I raised my Thunder up to a gallop as well and soon I was next to him again. Good thing i h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1963957/ Our world has come to live through thousands of years of evolution, yet we still have the biggest problem, when a human kind can't control himself. I am talking about sexual assault. Why do people find it ok to hurt someone for their pleasure, not caring about the person. Why is the person that was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1963481/ Living with myselfDestructive force insideNever ending danceRising an emotional tide.I am too fatBody image stressI fall flatI'll never guess.I am stupidNot good enoughFears rootedLiving with myself is tough.   http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1957370/ Hello, I have a small problem. I am crazy, not the good and happy kind. I am a freak, lost in my thoughts. I come to the lake quite often, look at the water, and wonder, wonder, wonder.... About life, about me. If I could fly like birds in the sky, or swim like fish. If i was free, but I am a priso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1951052/ i don't know how to name this poem, i basically came up with it during th night. It's about someone i miss. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1943261/ I have constant thoughts about suicide, I wrote this poem to remind myself to keep fighting. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1931422/ Let me flyyou can't cage meI'll diePlease set me freeYou keep me in a cageYou think you own meYou haven't seen me rageyou gonna see me own itI spread my wingsi will break freeI will cut the stringThat's tying meI can  diei don't even careI will be high in the skyI will be in the airI will be on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1930020/ I can't trustI don't want to feelEverything is dustBreak the f*****g dealYou've broken deals beforeWhy stop now?I keep banging on your doorPlease allowI am taking my bowshooting the arrowTake everything slow Life's path is narrowTurn me into a robotI don't want to feelWant to tie the knotI'll s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1928620/ Childhood fearNo one trustPressured by a peerGotta run fastRun away forever When will I come back?Probably I will never I am missing in the darkChildhood fearHunting in the darkI can feel the end is nearI Am scared to look back. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1927554/ I am drifting awayFor all the mistakes You gotta payMy life is at stake I am sorry everyone I really regret All that I've done All that I've said I wish I could runAnd forever forget Only have funAnd never regret Can't stopHit the breaksOnly a teardrop Go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1927552/ I slowly yawned, and opened my eyes. I was sitting on the furnace, covered by a patterned blanket. I could see neither Jon or Joseph, so I hopped of the bed. I walked outside and took a deep breath. Around me in the forest, there were birds singing, wind going through the trees crowns, and sunlight .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1926638/ I am too tired to liveI am too tired to cry What can I give?Maybe I should die?I was used as a dollI was being abusedNo one helps when I fallMy body was bruisedCan't cryCan't liveWant to dieDon't know what to believe. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1925926/ “We are coming for you” The knights were moving closer and closer to me.“Ahh” I sat up and almost fell of, but found a balance in what seemed like a hammock .My eyes got used to the dark, and I looked around.I am was right, I was sitting in a hammock that was hanged next to t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1925191/ There is a lot of fighting going on in my family, so I wanted to express it in a poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1925176/ As we entered the forest, Ruffian slowed down, and Jon hopped of. I hopped off as well, onto soft ground covered in grass in moss. I looked back at the field, I didn’t notice before but the sun was already setting. The sky looked like a magical creature painted it into purple and  pink. M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1924948/ I tried to strangle the stranger and get up.“Shhh”, he whispered into my ear. I had nothing else to do other than just lay back and wait for something to happen. I didn’t know what I got myself into.The stranger was taller than me, had dark brown, messy hair and dark eyes that I co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1924770/ Hey, its me, Nastia and I am 12 years old. This story might seem strange and even sometimes I can’t believe it. There is only a sodalite rock sitting on my night stand to remind me that this is all true.As I was talking a casual walk through the forest, I saw I dried out river with a bridge ov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1924718/ This is one of the stories that come up with to fall asleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anastasiam/1924717/