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Drowning

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He. He came to my life, and gave meaning to it. The kind of meaning I lost in that unforgettable incident. He came and took my hand. He came and made me smile again. He came and changed everything in me. In my life. He was a light in the darkness I didn't even know I needed. The kind of light in my life I didn't believe I deserved.

But, here he is. Staying in my life, and being my light in the darkest parts of my soul. Here he is. Watching me smile only for him. Here he is. Loving me so much I stop breathing when I see him.
And here I am. Loving him back as much as he does. No. Loving him more than he does. And in that love I find myself...drowning.All Rights Reserved

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Hopelessly Devoted by R1Dgirl

Like all great things, you have to wait for it. Olivia: "I could never have imagined that one day I would be living all of this, literally, for the first time, just with him. I hope he knows that he's keeping me alive, that I'm breathing him, I'm just hopelessly devoted. Harry: "Sometimes it feels so unreal that I poke myself every time I look into her eyes just to make sure she is real and she is mine. I hope she knows that my heart is beating only for her, that she's my home that I always longed to find, I'm simply, Hopelessly Devoted.

My Poetry Escape by Someone_Invisible15

I may just be a girl. No one special. Nothing compared to others. In the eyes of the universe, I am just a little speck of dust. My light may not shine very bright, and it may not be of any use, but I am me. Writing is my only escape out of this world. I cry rivers of ink and climb mountains of words. I may not write as well as others, but my writing is just a different style. They're my feelings. I really do hope you can connect to some of the work in here. Please, do not copy any of this work without informing me first. Thank you! "My Escape" I have a supply, In the closet near my bed, Of past memories, Hanging by a thread. A thread, Connected to my mind, That thread, Just follows me around. I have a hole, In the middle of my heart, That hole fills up, When someone's torn apart. I have a tear, Accompanying my lonely eye, Knowing, whenever I'm alone, I can sit in a corner and cry. Even though, These things are there, I still have ink, a notebook, and a pen, To care. I write and write, To my heart's desire, New feelings erupt, By the hour. Writing is, My one escape, In this cruel and careless world, I have the power, to awake. "A Story Without Words" A story told, In a little tune, A golden smile, And a shining tear, Rolling down my cheek. A little breeze, The nice sun, A marvelous day, Turned into a wet one. The memories dripped, Down on my cotton white shirt, Leaving stains, On my malicious heart. Your smile, Worth a thousand words, Can't cheer up This depressive mind. A storm bewildered, Your indecisive mind, Drowning me, In my reckless thoughts. A rainy day, A gleaming lie, A story not told, With words Nor sounds. This story is, But a mere thought, In this universe We share, Every night. This story is, A withering storm, Drifting off, In this careless soul. This story is, Not told with sounds, But a never ending blow, Of swirling emotions, Bottled up inside.

Cold Water by adaline_meadows

[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

Innocent ~ Harry Styles by uniquestylees

"You've changed Harry! What happened to that sweet loving boy that would make me laugh, not cry!" I sobbed. "People change, I'm not that innocent boy anymore baby girl, didn't you see how vulnerable I was, huh? DID YOU?!" He shouted making me flinch. "H-Harry please!" I begged tears still streaming down my face. I just wanted him to be like how he was before. Innocent. ~~~~~~~~ Everyone starts of Innocent. But then they start to change. Just like Harry did.

Shattered by allyh__23

Shattered, hurt, heart broken, regret! That's all I could think about as I lay outside the home that I once shared with the man I once loved‼?? Read to find out...

A Match to Water by shiningpolaris

Laying on the ground I couldn’t tell if I was alive or on the verge of death. I felt alive, but I was in a corpses body. But of course, if I was dead who would really care? Parents? My ‘friends’? My relatives, oh I don’t even want to think about that.. No one would really care..at least that is what I thought. Looking over at my wrists I see the familiar red color coming out, but it was worse. Much worse. Feeling my eyes start to close of fatigue I let them fall, I’m tired...all I need is a little..rest. The loud slamming of a door comes to my ears but I pay no attention, it was probably just the wind or my dad coming home not knowing his own strength and breaking the door. But that wasn’t on my mind right now. Rest. Thats all I need. A break. A time out. A chance to get away. Just a little time. One thing that came to my mind was that song. That song. I was absolute in love with that song, though I never really knew why. It was just that feeling inside that, made you feel connected. Yes. That song. Pierce the Veil, oh his voice is beautiful.. Just can calm me and make me fall asleep. On the verge of life or death I feel like, I’m floating. Something is holding me. Either the arms of angels or demons I don’t know. Just I was floating. The grip around me gets tighter, it wasn’t flames or clouds that I was getting lowered into. It was softer than clouds. It was one of the best places. I obviously have been here at least once, or I wasn’t at all. Maybe in one of my dreams. In a daydream. I wasn’t sure. But whatever or whoever this was made me feel comfortable, something that I haven’t been able to have. I hear this low voice above right above me, it was sad, full of regret, and most of all wanting. Begging. Pleading. Screaming. Crying. “Wake up! I know you can hear me!”

Not so perfect after all, or maybe better? by 04Line11

I just graduated college. I moved to LA, I got a job. My life was going perfectly. I had friends and a somewhat loving family. But I loved my life. That's when I got in a car accident. My leg was basically crushed, my life was ruined, I couldn't work anymore, I couldn't even walk. But he helped me. How? Don't ask me, but he did something to me, to get me back, get me going. He gave me my life back.

The Lake House by BUSTANEO

"I don't have terrible problems, and I know my life isn't bad like other people's", I added. "But it's as if I'm half and half", I shrugged. "Half satisfied, half disappointed, half happy, half sad". "I know it's silly though", I corrected myself while sitting up and shaking my head. "I know I don't have the right to say I feel-". "You don't have to be miserable to have depression", Matthew cut in while looking into the horizon. "You don't have to be poor, or unloved, or even bullied to feel like you're losing all hope", he added. Looking right ahead, he placed his hand on the water and threw some ahead, creating a 'splash' sound that interrupted our quietness. "You don't need water to feel like you're drowning", he pointed while looking at me with an intense look, as if begging me to understand and take my words back. "Never apologize for your feelings", he continued while moving a bit closer to me. "They are there for a reason".

Striking Lies by xsmileandforgetx

It was a rush of hatred mixed with sarcasm that killed her. One bullet to her chest and then another and another, until she slouched her way down to the floor, covering the white walkways with red. Her now leaving me in a cold trance at the tiny framed friend of mine on the floor, well that is until I looked up to the barrel of the gun pointing at me now. My heart clenching together underneath my skin, pulse raising as I attempt to make sense out of all this, and the brief illusion of a shadow on the wall behind her, all tease me when I’m trying to think if this is all true. That’s when it happens; his dark hair flowing in his eyes from his lack of going to the hair cutter and his violet eyes deepening the stare between the two of us. Don’t shoot! I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill him. My thoughts scream at me, making my line of concentration grow slimmer with each word. Tears begun to fill the bottom of my eyes, my throat closing to the full extent, my ever so calm hands were trembling at my hips and the requirement of breath vanish from my lungs. His hands run out to calm this girl, speaking softly and letting her know that it will be alright if she simply lets us go. And just as she starts to give in to his pervasive act, the fire alarm sets off, sending her in a protective fury of gunshots. Hitting him dead on. Felt like a bullet to my heart.

Silent Call - (A Niall Horan Fan Fiction) by Janellexox

I leaned my head back as I watched the storm roll over us. Suddenly a loud piercing noise broke me out of my trance, I sat up and looked out Jason's window. The next few minutes seemed to go in slow motion, my mom screamed as she saw the large truck sliding towards us. My dad spun the wheel frantically moving the car. I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for the impact. I felt a sharp pain pierce through my body. I felt myself being thrown throughout the car. I cried out in pain as my body flew through the window and I hit the hard, wet pavement. My eyes stayed shut. I couldn't think. I was in to much pain. I felt very light and there was a bright light shining over me, calling me towards it and I wanted to give in. I wanted to go towards it, it made me feel like it would take away my pain. A darkness seemed to be surrounding me, I struggled to move, I struggled to do anything. I just laid there suffering. Before I knew what was happening I let myself slip into the darkness. Into nothing

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Hopelessly Devoted

Like all great things, you have to wait for it. Olivia: "I could never have imagined that one day I would be living all of this, literally, for the first time, just with him. I hope he knows that he's keeping me alive, that I'm breathing him, I'm just hopelessly devoted. Harry: "Sometimes it feels so unreal that I poke myself every time I look into her eyes just to make sure she is real and she is mine. I hope she knows that my heart is beating only for her, that she's my home that I always longed to find, I'm simply, Hopelessly Devoted.