You know faking a smile is alot harder then it seems.
Being liked only for your quirk and not for who you are is hard.
Being abused because your quirk is frying your brain and body is unbearable.
It's lonely.
I'm lonely.
But I can't tell them that.
Because it'll only add onto the insults.
Stupid.
Fat.
Worthless.
Slut.
Dunsface.
Idiot.
Ugly.
Waist of air.
All these words play on loop in my mind.
I only have so little life left in me.
I lost my smile a long time ago.
No won can save me.
It's to late.
I'm killing myself with every
"Can you charge my phone?"
It hurts but I'm used to it.
I can taste my blood after every bolt.
But I'm used to it.
At this point in time I don't feer death...
I welcome it.
Stiks and stone's can brake my bones but words can never hurt me.
Is bullshit.
Words hurt more then a bullet to the head.
I would know.
I've tested.
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Untold Secrits
Fanfiction⚠️do not own the characters! Only the story and plot.⚠️ This is a shinkami book. Other ships are: Momojiro. Momo×jero Kiribaku. Kirishema× Backugo Seroida. Sero× lida And ochacsue. Uraraka× tsue ______________________________ Denki is abused and...
