"Pull me up ya twat!" He said, rapidly tugging on the tug excessively, much, much more than five times."I SAID PULL ME UP TWAT!" He shouted, despite knowing not a single soul could hear his constant shouting near 200 meters down. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that rusty old geezer to actually have is head screwed on right.He said, now sitting down, trying to calm down while still constantly tugging on the rope.Just then, he felt a slight shake in the dive bell that quickly turned into a violent shaking, knocking him around all which way, giving him a deep gash in his hand as his hand quickly was pulled off the rope, causing very bloody rope burn."What the fuck is going on up there?" He said in a somewhat quiet but shaky and concerned tone. Once the shaking came to a short halt, he felt the dive bell slowly ascend as his dive bell continued to shake violently, tossing him around every which way. "Holy shit!" He said before his head bashed into the side of the dive bell, knocking him unconscious.Once his eyes opened, the dive bell had stopped shaking, but it felt unstable. Every time he made even the smallest movement, he heard an eerie creak coming from outside. He calmly stood up before he felt his oxygen slowly seep from his throat. His lungs felt empty, his throat closed, and his legs and arms immediately gave up before he fell to the floor once again. Shortly after, he felt air entering his body again, and felt his muscles and blood properly running through his body before his muscles and lungs gained control again. He stood up one more time before he opened the hatch to the dive bell, still hearing the eerie creaking, and as he stepped outside to an unfamiliar, almost rustic and decrepit metal platform, he looked up once more and saw an absolutely horrifying sight.The sight of his once bright, (of course, a bit of an exaggeration,) oil rig, now rusty and falling apart that looked like as if hell itself had come from the shadows and aged the thing five-hundred or so years, probably even more.

"What... The fuck..."

I know I have to be grateful to my family for all that they've done for me. I have to be grateful. I have to be appreciative. But why, why do I constantly feel like something is wrong?

Once upon a time, in a quiet little city, Mia and Henry lived together in a cozy house, nestled on the outskirts of town. They had been close friends for years, and while they never openly admitted it to each other, both of them felt something deeper brewing between them. Henry, a quiet and thoughtful man, had been harboring feelings for Mia for as long as he could remember. But he didn’t want to risk their friendship by confessing his love, so he kept it to himself. Mia, on the other hand, felt the same way but was too afraid to voice her emotions. They were both content with their friendship, though in their hearts, they knew there was something more.

As the years passed, Henry grew increasingly restless. He felt a strong pull to leave the city, to go somewhere new and start fresh. He believed that leaving might help him move on from his feelings for Mia, but deep down, he didn’t want to leave her. It was a struggle, but eventually, he made the decision to go. He packed his bags and left without telling Mia the real reason for his departure.

Mia was heartbroken, though she didn’t let Henry know. She missed him terribly but also knew that she couldn’t stop him if he had made up his mind. Time passed, and they both moved on with their lives, but neither ever truly forgot the bond they shared.

A few years later, Mia found herself in the city where Henry had relocated. She had heard about his life there and felt the need to reconnect with him. She knew it was time to confront the feelings she had suppressed for so long. On Henry's birthday, Mia sent him a box filled with memories of their time together—a collection of photographs, mementos, and a heartfelt letter.

The letter read, "Henry, I never told you this, but I have always cared for you in ways I couldn’t put into words. I hope this letter reaches you with the truth that I’ve been carrying all this time. I miss you, and I’ve realized that life without you feels incomplete. I hope to see you again someday soon. Love, Mia."

Henry read the letter with a mixture of surprise and joy. His heart raced, realizing that Mia, too, felt the same way about him. Just as he was processing this overwhelming feeling, there was a knock at the door. When he opened it, to his astonishment, there stood Mia. The woman he had secretly loved for so long was standing right in front of him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither of them could speak. Finally, Henry spoke, his voice trembling, "Mia… you’re here…"

They both started talking at once, arguing about who should have made the first move, and sharing the feelings they had been hiding for so long. After their heated conversation, they realized that they were both in love with each other. The years of longing, the silent suffering—they had finally found their way back to each other.

Soon, Henry and Mia decided to get married. However, their happiness was short-lived. A man named Goblin, who claimed to be Mia’s fiancé, entered the scene. Mia, however, did not want to marry Goblin, as her heart belonged to Henry. Goblin, unwilling to let Mia go, caused trouble and created conflict between the two lovers. He argued with Henry, telling him that Mia was meant to be with him, and tried to convince Mia to marry him, but she refused.

The situation escalated further when, one fateful day, Henry was attacked and beaten badly by Goblin’s associates. Goblin underestimated Mia’s determination to be with Henry, and tried to force her into marriage. But Mia stood firm, refusing to be intimidated.

On the day of the wedding, as Goblin prepared to marry Mia, Henry made a dramatic entrance. He fought through the chaos and took Mia with him, determined to never let her go again. The venue, coincidentally, was near the airport, and in an unexpected twist, they fled to another country to escape the turmoil.

The couple sought justice, and Henry, being a lawyer, fought the case against Goblin, representing himself in court. After a long and intense legal battle, Henry won the case, and Goblin was sent to prison.

Years later, Mia and Henry were blessed with a baby boy, completing their little family. And as if fate had decided to give them one final piece of closure, they received news that Goblin had passed away in prison. It was the end of an era of pain and uncertainty, and Mia and Henry could finally live their lives in peace.

In the end, they had everything they had ever dreamed of: love, happiness, a family, and justice. The struggles they faced had only made their bond stronger, and they knew that no matter what came their way, they would always have each other.

Happy days with Jeremy haunted Jessica's memory as she considered her life without him. The song Auld Lang Syne meant a lot to them in happier days. But the loss of her husband during the war affected her deeply. It was a struggle to live without him. Unable to bare it any longer, Jessica cannot endure. The song returned to her on New Year's Eve, bringing to life her frustrations and her inability to endure.

What to tell

What to do

Haze on the mind

Bittersweet lead to the brain

Wake us up in the middle of the morning but

To do all the hard work

Lay low on the Crouch

Makes it feels heaven beneath the head

When sunlight touches ideas

On the Enigma

Will confuse everyone

To go to unknown places

Lostly

Sometimes thinks time is more important

Then run out with friends

Stay where we put ourselves in the trap

To knuckle down to the ground

Everyone feels the weight of lifeSeek the interval of this lineCouldn’t find it.

Issues in the queueEach one of them is a light out of the tunnelHead spinning around itself.

Trying to figure out the way out of this.

Held tons of things to myself.Come up with a bright and strong light.Saw the things turn up and downs in the line.Used to serve the bright side.Give the reason to go and go over again

Everyone getting alone, once saw the beautifulness now it’s has gone.

When we talk about life, Fun is a really amazing thing in our lives.

You have to enjoy it every second just enjoy it at the time don’t think Other things bad things it’s doesn’t matter only matter is happiness in your life

if you don’t have happiness in your life then to me You got nothing because I believe life depends on happiness.

The most important thing is mental health.

If you don’t have a present mind I believe you can’t have happiness because the past is over now right?

You have to live in the present time Not past, not future present.

I think this is all about the quality of our life.

Everything has its own quality for everything.

Every time I want to live in the present time but… I _______________ (Can,Can’t) I’m Still trying for that.

We here for a short time.

we have to enjoy every moment in life.

That’s what I’m trying to say here.

And there’s one other thing, this is all about your mind.

Fun is good because it helps you to escape from everything you think bad.

Life is short you know.

Put a line to your old life.

Move on to fresh start every day is a brand new day enjoy it while you can.

While you here.

As much as you want.

Don’t stress your mind for a temporary situation you have in your life.

Just think about the positive side or funny side of your situation.

Just fucking enjoy your happy life.

Mental health is the most important thing for every life.

Have a nice day

Every day is a nice day

Who do we feel like we are? well... The aloneness of isolation or arguably, solitude bring to light that thought through the walls of confinement making us discern who we are meant to be.

This is just a random piece I wrote a few months ago. It aged like fine wine, but I thought I should share it elsewhere.

The short story takes place atop a hilltop where the events of heartache, emotional expression and sadness commence. Terran, the quiet, nature-loving loner, sought to vanish alone, unknown. But it is found by the one who has always cared, far more than any blade of grass. Love, loss and determination. This is a short but sweet story. I hope you enjoy it.

(This is my first time writing a romance so it may be awful, pre-warning)

This is a collection of poetry I have written. It is based off of all of my mental illnesses, trauma and disorders. I will try and update often, but if I don't please bare with me. The poetry is about my life, the life of others, values, emotions, and sometimes objects. It is all freehand and can get lengthy. Some TRIGGER WARNINGS may include; -Mentions of suicide and/or self harm -May depict violence -Mentions of weapons -May have poems alluding to abuse

love/relationship sad poem, enjoy!