Breath AgainThe air is no longer bendsMore Like This
I am once again on the mend.
Without you being near
I'm finally seeing clear.
You search for your challenge
While I take the time to manage
The balance that is my heart.
Thanks to another for making it start.
It is no longer torn apart.
I have stepped back into my world
And no longer feel the spin and the swirl.
Of how you ripped me apart.
I feel good about who I am
No so cursed or dammed
He waited his time
I've changed my mind
Likes me for me
and now I'm set free.
So don't tell me my interests were placed
You wanted your country girl in haste
But I'm a northern girl you see
With my own wild winds carrying me
I'm not who you want
Yet I'm in someone's caring thoughts
Unsure if there is a future in this.
But I'm enjoying the twist.
FlyShe woke up with the tubes in her arm and the lights in her eyes.More Like This
And she knew right away that there wouldn't be any beeping, no any sound of any sort ever.
The doctor said this might happen. Might. "But you're on your way to recovery!" He exclaimed, although there was no smile or hopeful note in him. "You'll be just fine!" Why did doctors lie so much? Melanie thought. Angry. She was angry. Doctors were liars, horrible cheats, and they cheated everyone of their hope. Hope was the only feeling, the only stir of emotion in their dead, dead life, and doctors, with their fake words and their cowardice, would not give them that either.
The door opened. Melanie had been watching everything, paying close attention, close, close attention, so she'd be less vulnerable. The nurse came in with a tray (no doubt organic. Why organic? She was already dead, wasn't she? Why couldn't she eat junk food? Why couldn't she eat poison? It would hardly make a difference.). No... nurs
Fate Isn't Fair (HetaOni)More Like This
They are all dropping,
one after another they fall.
All saying that it isn't my fault,
that they knew it was coming.
Its okay Italy..
not its not okay!
This isn't fate!
It cant end like this!
I have to go back and fix it,
five...please make it okay, make it stop
six....have to fix it!
How many times must I watch them die?
How many time must I cry?
How many times must my heart shatter, the guilt suffocate me?
When does my sanity break?
When do I finally give up?
When does it end?
Never enter the mansion,
never accept defeat,
its all my fault.
R.I.P.Did anyone notice that she winced if you raised your arm?More Like This
Did anyone notice that her eyes were wide with alarm?
Did anyone notice that she never looked you in the eye?
Did anyone notice that her voice was but a sigh?
Did anyone notice that her skin was always bruised?
Did anyone question whether she might be abused?
Did anyone question why she walked in obvious fear?
Did anyone question why one day she did not appear?
Did anyone recognize her face on the six-o’clock news?
Did anyone see her remains pulled from the river refuse?
Did anyone care that this quiet girl no longer exists?
No. No one did. And she will never even be missed.
Once when I was little ...Once when I was littleMore Like This
My Alice had blonde hair
She tripped down into rabbit holes
And fell as light as air
But now my Alice has black hair
Though her eyes is still sky blue
Wonderland is a place no more
Though a world she wishes her
Once when I was little
Peter Pan was naught but a child
He said he never wanted to grow up
Though acted so once in a while
Now my Peter Pan is darker
Not in appearanace but in heart
He wishes he would die one day
So he could meet his parents at last
Of Love and War: PruHun"Well," Elizaveta Héderváry grunts, hauling the last of her belongings onto her packhorse, "I guess this is goodbye, Gil."More Like This
Gilbert Beilschmidt shuffles his feet in the dirt beside her, refusing to make eye contact.
"Are you really going to marry that unawesome prick of an Austrian?" he asks.
She sighs. "Yes, Gil. We've gone over this many times. I must." She studies the face of her closest friend. He's still eyeing the floor intently, shoulders drooping, hand in pockets. He mutters something unintelligible.
When he fails to answer her in a coherent way, she hesitantly adds, "It It's not like I want to, or anything."
His shoulders stiffen slightly, but he still doesn't look at her. He grunts in reply.
"Gil," Elizaveta says softly. "I don't know when I'll ever see you again." She refrains from replacing the word 'when' with 'if.'
"Whatever, Liz," Gilbert mutters. The tip of his boot swirls around on the dirt floor, creating intricate patterns.
Elizaveta hoists her
BTTxDepressed!Reader: Part 13More Like This
A/n: Oh, in case you guys hadn’t picked this up before, “...” quotes mean speaking while ‘...’ mean thinking. Just clarifying that for you all.
Previously, your mother caught the BTT as they were about to leave your house, and quickly dismissed them. When they left, it wasn’t until they were halfway back home when they realized that you were that special little someone who they had made a bet to befriend all those years ago with your mother. So going back and reminding your mom, they were finally able to
kidnap youtake you away from the place you had suffered at for so long.
You moaned tiredly as you felt yourself waking up from a long nights rest, shifting a bit in bed you thought, ‘Definitely my least favourite thing to do... I feel like I could lie here and stay asleep all day and I’d be totally fine with that.’ Needless to say, waking up was not something you enjoyed doing, rea