Invisibly Seen

Arrow Brake

Description

Invisibly seen, by Arrow Brake: A queer teen faces challenges with their mental health as they navigate their way through their teen years growing up and persevering under hard circumstances. A similar novel to “The Perks Of Being A Wallflower” by Stephen Chbosky.
To the person about to read my book, thank you for allowing me to talk to you. If you don’t know me, hi, my name is Arrow. Throughout this book, you’ll come to learn a lot more about me than just my name as this book is filled with some of my most vulnerable thoughts, emotions, and stories.
As a teen author, I’m still learning and finding my style in writing my books, but one thing is still the same . . .
The goal behind my books is to not only give some inside perspective on mental health for people to gain a better understanding but also let people know they’re not alone. Struggling with mental health can feel beyond isolating like nobody cares. I’m only one person, but I need you to know that you have at least one person that cares about you, even if I don’t know you.
To me, you’re not just a reader of this book but someone whom I have yet to form or expand a connection with. I’ve been told I need to “have some class” and, my favorite (not at all; it pisses me off), “put a smile on your face.” I’m not good at being fake, and why should I have to be? Being human is all about forming a connection whether that’s to people, the world, or yourself. Whatever connection that may be, how can you form that if you aren’t you? You feel me?
Throughout this book, I hope that not only am I able to make a connection with you but also for you to find a deeper connection to yourself. Having a deeper connection to yourself and the world around you I feel makes life a little less lonely. I hope this book is able to help you in whatever way you need it to.
At the end of the day, we’re only human. I think it’s time that we as human beings start acting like it instead of putting on this fake persona that everything is perfect when, in all reality, it’s the complete opposite; nothing is perfect. I think that’s what makes life beautiful though, how you choose to see things. Anything can be beautiful or perfect; it’s all on how you choose to view it.

Sujets

• Young Adult Nonfiction
• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 25 juin 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9798369401323
• Langue: English

Extrait

INVISIBLY SEEN
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Arrow Brake

 
Copyright © 2023 by Arrow Brake.
Library of Congress Control Number:
2023911581
ISBN:
Hardcover
979-8-3694-0134-7
 
Softcover
979-8-3694-0133-0
 
eBook
979-8-3694-0132-3
 
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.
 
Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.
Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Rev. date: 06/19/2023
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Author’s Note
Preface
Introduction
 
Love’s Doormat
Ashes of a Puppet
What Chance Is This?
Only a Few
Not So Much of a Treasure Chest
Haunting Ghosts
An Angel’s Song
“Did You Get Enough Love?”
Is It Resilience?
Tree of a Willow
From Afar
What’s Art?
And She Is a Woman
Your Absence
The Boy in His Reflection
Cherish the Untold
The Boys Who Used Me
The Last Person
Congeniality
My Soul at Sea
Your Pain on My Body
To the Grave
Ghost Calories
Gold
The Fallout
Peace Is a Gift
I’m Now Safe?
Smiles in the Dark
Is It Really Peace You’re Feeling?
The Sun Isn’t Real
You’re Not Your Soul
It’s Beautiful Once You See It
I’m a Bit More than Just Tired
Beauty Burns
You Live for Yesterday
Sunset Soul
Hidden
I Now Know My Worth
Depth’s Lights
Satan Was My Best Friend
#Positivity
Vacuums in Space
A Man’s Mirror
The Blindness You Possess
Overdose Prevention Tips
Hidden Choices
I’m Happy
Love Is a Drug
What’s Your Meaning?
Silent Noise
Smile as Bright as the Sun
The Bathroom at Midnight
And I Walk Alone
Secret Love
Hold My Hand before You Go
Are You Here?
It’s Gonna Be Okay
America of Hate
Let Success Be Your Revenge
 
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Author’s Note
This book contains explicit content (multiple forms of abuse, self-harm, mental illness, violence, and suicide). Please consider your mental state before reading. If you or someone is having thoughts of suicide, please reach out. Your life is worth fighting for.
Suicide and crisis lifelines
Mental health: National Alliance on Mental Illness (NAMI) helpline: 1-800-950-6264; or text NAMI to 741-741
Crisis Support Services national helpline: 800-273-8255 SAMHSA’s national helpline (substance abuse and mental health): 800-662-HELP (800-662-4357)
U.S- 988


To the people only seen in certain forms of light
Preface
To the person about to read my book, thank you for allowing me to talk to you. If you don’t know me, hi, my name is Arrow. Throughout this book, you’ll come to learn a lot more about me than just my name as this book is filled with some of my most vulnerable thoughts, emotions, and stories.
As a teen author, I’m still learning and finding my style in writing my books, but one thing is still the same . . .
The goal behind my books is to not only give some inside perspective on mental health for people to gain a better understanding but also let people know they’re not alone. Struggling with mental health can feel beyond isolating like nobody cares. I’m onl y one person, but I need you to know that you have at least one person that cares about you, even if I don’t know you.
To me, you’re not just a reader of this book but someone whom I have yet to form or expand a connection with. I’ve been told I need to “have some class” and, my favorite (not at all; it pisses me off), “put a smile on your face.” I’m not good at being fake, and why should I have to be? Being human is all about forming a connection whether that’s to people, the world, or yourself. Whatever connection that may be, how can you form that if you aren’t you? You feel me?
Throughout this book, I hope that not only am I able to make a connection with you but also for you to find a deeper connection to yourself. Having a deeper connection to yourself and the world around you I feel makes life a little less lonely. I hope this book is able to help you in whatever way you need it to.
At the end of the day, we’re only human. I think it’s time that we as human beings start acting like it instead of putting on this fake persona that everything is perfect when, in all reality, it’s the complete opposite; nothing is perfect. I think that’s what makes life beautiful though, how you choose to see things. Anything can be beautiful or perfect; it’s all on how you choose to view it.
Introduction
Written in my brain are stories that are illegible to others. You could read them if you want, but people don’t really care to. Quite frankly, I don’t care about anything either anymore.
Well, you’ve been here for a moment, which most people usually aren’t. I would ask you what you want, but you’re probably wondering, “Who is this fucked-up person?”
Truthfully, I’m wondering the same thing you are. I can share with you my stories, but to me, they’ll always remain a secret within the depths of my mind; but before anything, please don’t offer me a hug. I don’t wanna get your shirt wet with my tears.
Love’s Doormat
I’m scared to allow myself to feel the butterflies; I’m used to them all being lies. A part of me died when they lied. After feelings were discussed, they went and used my trust. I’m the doormat of love. I pushed myself away from my frights and let my heart hang from high heights. We watched the sunset on the ledge; little did I know they would push me off the edge. When the butterflies soar, I’m going to be careful with how much of my heart I pour. My love runs deep, I hope one day my heart is to keep.
Ashes of a Puppet
Stories in my head where I end up dead only to wake up in bed. A perception of vanity; I think I’ve lost my sanity. You’re told that there is a consequence for every action; how much of my worth do I have to divide in fractions? How did I find feelings in the darkness of the void? I walk out in the ruins of everything destroyed. On the ground, in the ashes, I find a puppet to mend, but the puppet won’t bend.
What Chance Is This?
I walk on the ledge with a second chance, I’m not sure about my stance. How am I supposed to forgive for what they have broke? My heart screams to be spoke. I find comfort in the scent of your bedsheets. I pulled the blankets up more, uncovering my toes, which sends a chill up to my nose. I hide within the disguise of your eyes. If only I knew it was to my demise, would it have still been a surprise? Love is like the ocean; one moment you feel the comfort of being rocked back and forth by the waves until they pull you down and you struggle to swim