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Every time I see you my heart skips a beat,
My stomach jumps into my throat,
My lungs loose all their air,
and I can't breathe,
I trip over my words,
I go weak in the knees,
I can't think,
And my chest hurts,
I can't form words,
I get flustered
I forget my name,
and worst of all,
My belly aches cause all the butterflies.
Who you are.It's 2:00am. You can't sleep. To much to think about. Why not look around YouTube? You find songs you love. They're rambunctious and exciting... But that's not how you feel. And you can't handle it. It kills you. A stab in your gut, and every happy word turns the knife.. Eventually you find this guy with the voice of an angel, and you pretty much fall in love with his falsetto.. Three nights later you're up again because of the same reasons.. Why not look at what videos he's posted? And then... You find him with one of your songs. One of the amazing songs that make you believe life can be beautiful.. As soon as his voice comes out of your headphones full blast your eyes sting and your arms get goosebumps because he's singing a song you would be dead without. And after holding it in for weeks.. Months, maybe even a year, the tears fall, and don't stop even after the song is done and over, and you just keep crying, because "it's okay no to be okay"
Hypocrite..H... Hard to accept you did it too?
Y... You can't believe I did this to you?
P... Pain? Ha! How do you think I feel?
O... Over you now, Believe me, shit's real!
C... Can't believe I wanted a truce.
R... Right, You're thinking about the noose...
I... I wish we could have stayed friends,
T... Things like this deserve ends...
E... Eventually, you may realize you are a hypocrite..
A song I wrote..I was sitting in my best friend's bed. My knees were up and my head was resting on his pillow.I was subconsciously humming to myself as I read a new book I got for Christmas.
"You know what you're doing, right Hillary?"
I stopped reading and looked up at him with giant puppy eyes.
"You're so sexy, you're giving my bed a boner.."
"Wow, Elliot!" I laughed and threw a pillow at him. He looked really serious all of a sudden. He was playing with my bookmark in between his fingers when I went back to reading. I saw movement and then my book was yanked out of my hands.
"Elliot! Give me my book back!" I laughed again and he landed on the bed beside me with his hair over his eyes. I moved it away from his eyes and laughed again.
"Having fun? Can I please have my book back?"
"What song were you singing?"
"You hum when you read. What song were you humming?"
"Uh, I don't know, one I wrote I guess, can I have my book back please?"
"You wrote that!?"
"Fine." He said lau
That's all I feel.
Or at least I try.
Just seeing you with her, being happy, it hurts.
It's painful to know I wasn't good enough for you.
But I'm okay with that. Maybe eventually her perfect will run out and I'll finally be the one for you.
Maybe someday I'll be perfect, or someone will just think I'm close enough, even when I'm far from.
Maybe you'll realize to late that you had me in the palm of your hand.
You could have played me like a flute and I wouldn't have cared.
You don't even know how I feel.
Right now I'm just your friend.
I want to be more but you're so happy with her.
I have no chance.
So I guess I'll try and feel empty.
Drowning.I had a dream.
In my dream my sister came from her room and started to talk about her friend.
I knew who she was talking about so I tried to talk to her about him.
But for some reason I started drowning. I was choking, sputtering and crying.
"Help! Help!" I yelled. I called for my sister's help.
"Becca Help me!!" I couldn't breathe! My shouts for help only made me float father out to sea!
"Becca help!!" I choked out.
"I can't breathe!" Soon my mom and my sister were staring at me. All of my friends were there too. Right after I looked closer to shore and saw my sister's friend. He was also drowning. I looked to see if his head was above water. As far as I could tell it was.
My lungs were burning now. They were on fire.
"Mommy, help me!" I would yell. But still she just stared at her drowning daughter.
"Mommy! Save me!" My head went under water and I soon bobbed up and over it again to see my sister running to save her friend.
"Becca! Save me too! Becca help!"
She continued to catch her
Promise.Driving. Me in the passenger seat. Mom in the driver's. We're silent. I'm trying to hold on to my sanity. I'm thinking about him. Him and how she'd never approve of him.
"When would I be able to go on a date by myself, Mom?" I said breaking the silence. I played with my promise ring.
"Because, you're 15."
"But I have my promise ring!"
"There's this little thing called temptation, Danielle. Your purity ring doesn't matter."
Fumed. Pissed even.
"You're 15! You wouldn't last that long."
"Mom, I'm not stupid, I can handle myself!"
"Danielle, You're never going on a date by yourself!"
"What are you afraid of Mom!? Me having sex? Getting pregnant!?" I have totally snapped my lid now.
"Yes Danielle I am!"
"Don't be mom! The only reason I got a promise ring is because I never want to have sex! Do you know why mom!? Do you freaking know why!? I was raped okay!? I was raped mom! And so was He! The boy I want to go on a date with! We were both raped. By the
You're playing the my life is worse game?I don't think you should complain,
They have it just the same,
Maybe even worse,
They've been through divorce.
They're only Five,
and a little sister who's one
and you're complaining?
Okay, so you've been through divorce,
and you barely have anything,
But there's that,
and Loosing your father,
Their dad was kicked out,
but here's the catch,
He wasn't even their dad,
She was cheating on him.
I think it's pathetic that you think your life is ending,
Is your mom abusive to your father?
Is your mom addicted to drugs?
Is your little sister only related to you through your mom?
I'm glad I realized this while you were playing the my life is worse game,
that two five year old's and a one year old, know what you're going through
and worse, and they don't even know what's going on. . .
Quotes: Be strongThe people who bully you are uglier than they say you are, they only see the pro's in themselves and the con's in everyone else.
Don't let people get to you.
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Yes, you may be breakable and fragile, but so are those beautiful porcelain dolls.
I'm not as fragile as you think I am.
Be the good you want to see in the world.
I thought about giving up, but then I tried harder.
Look to the lord when there's troubles, not a knife.
I can be who I am and proud at the same time.
Don't believe it if you don't know who conceived it.
You want someone to tell you it's okay? What happened to the people who gave up everything for you?
speak your mind, even if your voice shakes.
You're never really alone.
Be who you want to be, not what others want to see.
You don't have to be a clone to be beautiful.
You know who's beautiful? Read the first word again.
I don't want a prince charming because I'm not a princess.
Sometimes a pen and paper are the best listeners.
Reset - [Yandere!Levi x Amnesiac!Reader] - Part 4
[once again, WARNINGS for creepiness, violence, TRIGGERS for abusive/obsessive relationships, language, and yandere-ness]
"Cadet [First] is unwell again?" Hanji inquired, gently blowing on her cup of tea. "How very strange! I was so certain that her condition had improved. She looked quite healthy when I last spoke with her."
Levi propped up an elbow against the armchair, and stared into the fireplace. His own cup of tea remained untouched on the table.
"She is in a… precarious state right now," he said, not meeting Hanji's eyes. "I still intend to keep her in my care, no matter how long it takes for her to recover."
Hanji smiled and took a delicate sip. "Yes, well… I'm sure she trusts you very much, Levi. She and I were just talking about you earlier."
Pitch black eyes flickered in the firelight. "Meaning…?"
The bespectacled woman let out a burst of laughter. "Don't look at me like that, Levi. Only good things, naturally. Your dedicati
Only You [Yandere!Levi x Reader]
[WARNING: The use of swear words and disturbing stuff lies ahead. Just thought I tell you...]
There was a soft knock at the door before it opened and the nurse came in. "Excuse me, miss/mr [L/N]?"
The sudden voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You were too exhausted to realize someone had even walked in.
"You have a visitor," She stepped aside to let them in and [E/C] orbs gazed up at the intruder nervously. To say that you were ashamed of your sight was an understatement. But relaxed a little when you realized it was only your boyfriend, Levi. You gave him a small smile, one he didn't return, and watched with tired eyes as he silently approached you. His dark, emotionless eyes stared at you with such intensity it caused you looked at your blanket-clutching fingers in embarrassment.
He took a seat in the empty chair next to your hospital bed and crossed his arms. Not saying a single word in the process. His intimidating gaze never once unlocking from you
Protecting You- Yandere!Jean x Reader Part 12
Note: Pay attention to the way each person died.
You've never seen so much blood before, even when fighting Titans. No, nothing can compare to this.
The blood coated the walls, floor, and even the ceiling. You could see many body parts scattered around, and you believed they were human ones from the odd hand or two. The more you looked, the more you started to recognize some of the features. Some of the bodies were not in pieces.
That's when you saw the brown jacket. It was covering the face of one of the deceased bodies. Hesitantly, you creeped over, kneeling down beside the once living person. Your hand reaches out and grabs the sleeve, and slowly, you pull.
You instantly know who it is. You knew that he had died, but here? This wasn't right, not at all. In fact, when you look closely, you can see scars on his neck. His throat had been slit!
Eren didn't die from head damage. He was murdered, and judging by the state of the room, you were pretty sure about who did it. Which means yo
Creepy as they get (Part 14) CreepyPasta x Reader
Staying in the house was starting to drive you insane, there wasn't much to do and everyone in the house were all guys who are completely fine with doing whatever; This morning you almost got hit with a knife because once again L.J. and Jeff were fighting over something stupid.
Anything with News on what was going on in town was hidden from you still, guessing to avoid reminding you on why you where brought there. You had just finished your food when you notice Jack heading out, "Where are you off to?" you ask and he gives you look then shrugs. "Just a walk.." He replies, "oh can I join? It's kind of boring staying in the house all day you know." you say, messing with your shirt. "Sure." he shrugs and opens the door for you.
You two head out into the forest, Jack for the most part stayed quite while you guys walked. The forest though dark was kind of calm today. You notice Jack walking towards a ravine, then hop onto a log that was knocked over. He gestured to follow showin
As an SUV drove away from the little home out in the country, a shape watched from the window before turning away. Summer, seventeen in age and dressed in a long sleeve shirt and blue jeans, looked around the now empty house. Around five foot three inches in height, with milk chocolate skin and light sky blue eyes. For three days she was going to have to be all by herself while her mother and brother were out of state for some family gathering. Her family never invited her, they thought she was a freak. Ever since she was very young she was considered strange and creepy. Her mother, concerned with how she always talked to any and all animals she came across, took her in for a psychiatric evaluation. They diagnosed her with schizophrenia, which was ridiculous. Summer didn't have Schizophrenia, she could hear and feel her pets and she knew it. The girl sighed and walked to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of juice. She hated being stuck alone, every time her family left the other teen
A Game of NightmaresAnother long day of making videos had gone by, and a weary Mark was now resting on his bed, a small smile plastered on his face. His fans seemed to be happy with the videos he put up today, and he was waiting to fall asleep so he could put up more for them to see. The life of an entertainer was time-consuming, but knowing that people loved what they saw made everything worth it. He turned in his bed, his head now facing the ceiling. The numbing sleep spread through his body, and everything grew quiet as his mind drifted away.
Behind his eyelids, he could make out a faint light, joined by a creaking noise above him. It made them twitch, and they eased open to find a world of gray around them. Small details made themselves known, like the set of lights hanging from the ceiling and the dampness of the mattress underneath.
Mark jumped out of the bed with a yelp, and saw that the bed lacked the covers he had before. It was covered in a dark substance, one that he could identify due to its m
Trailer of Stitch-Face Origin StoryDark crimson droplets splattered onto the concrete where the girl hunched over in pain, spitting blood from her mouth. She clutched at her bruised side, praying that it hadn’t broken one of her ribs.
Only a few minutes ago, she had been running away from a seemingly tall man, dressed in a slick black suit. She regretted hiding here. Figuring it was safe to venture inside the dark, isolated warehouse, she was ambushed not even a moment later by another malevolent creature.
“P-please,..m-mercy…..” Riley stammered, holding back her sobs the best that she could.
The entity looming over her gave a short, merciless laugh. Obviously it was enjoying watching the girl suffer. The girl blinked tears away as they dripped heavily from her eyes, mixing with the pool of blood. She hesitantly glanced up at her assailant, only able to distinguish what looked to be the silhouette of a woman, standing within the surrounding darkness. In her left hand, she clutched a metal pipe an
Slender Man 911 CallDispatcher: 911 what is your emergency?
Victim: Hi. Is this 911?
Dispatcher:Yes what is your emergency!
Victim: Yes. I'm hiding in my closet because I heard my window break. I think someone broke in.
Dispatcher:You think someone broke in to your house.
Dispatcher:We will send a police officer over th...
Victim:Hello. Hello. Hello! HELLO! HELLO!!!. He is coming after ME! Help! (static).
Dispatcher: Are you still there?
Victim: (Glass Shatters) (Loud Screaming)
Dispatcher:We are on their way!
30 minutes later,the police arrive at the house. As they entered the house,blood was on the door,floor,and the living room. They found the victim on the floor dead. Her head was cut in half. Limbs were cut off. And the legs were across the room. Police investigated the house and went into the bathroom. There there was something written in blood saying "Slenderman Is Real".
The Ruthless Magic of the Song of HealingLightining flashed out my window as I read a large intriguing novel in the corner of my bedroom. I was alone, and all was quiet except for the thunder and the pattering of the storm. Wind whistled and trees shook, but none of this bothered me. I flipped the page in my book, anticipating the next part, when the lights turned off.
'No biggee,' I thought, grinning slightly, ' I'll just get a candle,' I walked out of my room partly blind, and fell upon a box of matches and two candles, ' ah, perfect.'
Finding my way back to my room, I got comfy and set up the candles in the spots I preferred. With a flick of my wrist, I lit a match and then the two candles. I looked upwards for a second, back down, then quickly up again, 'Something's in my line of vision.' I thought suspiciously.
I turned to the left and jumped slightly. A little girl that looked about eight sat in the far-left corner of my room. Her dyll, brown eyes looked at me sadly, and under her eyes were dark shadows. She broug
Surrender to SlenderMy legs. They ached. But I still had to run. I could sense him behind me. Just there. He didn't walk, he didn't run. He was just there.
I turned off my light in hopes that he would loose me. No hope. He was behind me and he couldn't get any closer. Maybe it was my breathing that was drawing him in. In. Out. In. Loudly. I'd been running so long. My breathing was so heavy that it wouldn't take long for him to find me. He could probably hear me from across the forest. Where's the truck? maybe keys were in there. It wouldn't take much to run him over. He wouldn't be able to resist going in front of it.
In. Out. In. Out. Was it by the rocks? Or was it closer to the bathroom? Was that him!? I can't see! Don't turn your flashlight on. Don't turn it on. You'll find the truck eventually. Is that it? Nope that's the four pointless walls.
This was pointless. I'd lost the friend I'd brought. He got them. Why would we do something as stupid as going to the forest? Especially after someone warned us
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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