My World, My Baby Girl (Daddy! Levi X Child! Reader)

Finding Peace

Warning: this will be very very......graphic and...may disturb others...dont say i didnt warn you.

And I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind
And I'll use you as focal point
So I don't lose sight of what I want
And I've moved further than I thought I could
But I miss you more than I thought I would
Oh I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mind

I walked into my room and shut the door, my eyes red and puffy. Tears slipped out again and I let out a soft sigh. With a click, I locked the door and I went over to my bed. I started thinking of Levi, the one person who loved me when nobody else did. I noticed my window and I went to it, wondering about life. I cried silently and stared at the sky, the stars glistening silently. 

And I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me, talk some sense to me
[x2]And I'll use you as a makeshift gauge
Of how much to give and how much to take
Oh I'll use you as a warning sign
That if you talk enough sense, then you'll lose your mindAnd I found love where it wasn't supposed to be
Right in front of me, talk some sense to me
[x4]

I knew he wanted me to have a good life, and to be happy. He wanted to give me everything. To make sure i was safe and happy at all times. But not everything can be the way you want it to. It seems this world wanted to the opposite of what Levi was trying to do. A weak smile lit my dark face up and I chucked sadly as tears spilled from my eyes again. The words left my mouth quicker than a jack rabbit.

"I love you....Dad"

I tore my shirt off, my scars revealed and my arms bleeding from my cutting earlier, not mentioned at all. I grabbed the gun underneath my bed and put it in my mouth, pulling the trigger immediately. With a loud bang, I fell to the floor, blood seeping out from my head and pooling on the floor. 

Rape

Mistreatment

Sorrow

Pain

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Death....Comes...In...The End....

Be Careful of what you do, or risk losing those you know

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Suicide is serious

I suffer from it. Its not fun

To randomly have urges to cut or to do other kinds of harm

Came from bullying and sexual harassment...From mental abuse and from being used and thrown aside in the end....from giving too much and taking too little....from giving my heart out and trusting those to not break it.....from not trying hard enough and failing constantly...from not making people happy enough....from not caring about myself...

Suicide.....

Its dangerous

and should be taken care of with gentle hands...

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The End