What's the point?
Why should I get up in the morning?
Why should I get dressed?
Why should I put myself through all the hell that life brings?
What's the point?
Nothing good ever happens.
Nothing fun ever occurs.
Nothing but shit exists.
What's the point?
I don't want to be laughed at anymore.
I don't want to have to fake a smile.
I don't want to be forgotten.
What's the point?
What difference does it make?
Who will really notice if I'm gone?
What impact will it make if I leave?
What's the point?
Life sucks anyway and in a few years I'll be dead.
No one will remember me.
Nothing of my life will remain.
So I ask again....
What's the
Her little eyes beg me not to leave,
as I have to hand her back to her mom.
Her little hands say don't let go,
as she clings to me as her mom yells that I'm trying to kidnap her.
Her tears ask me why I don't want her,
as I climb into my car and drive away.
Her screams let me know that she will wait till I come back,
no matter how long it takes.
My tears let me know that I don't want to drive away,
as I start my car.
My sheet white face tells me that this is not what I want,
as i stare in my rear view mirror.
My clenched fist say that I will fight for her,
even if I have to kill a few people along the way.
I would give you the world,
if I could.
For the simple reason
that you gave it to me.
I would pluck a star from the heavens
to give to you, if I could.
For the simple reason that you
taught me to reach for them.
I would seal sunlight in a bottle for you
if it were possible.
For the simple reason that you
scared away the monsters in the dark.
I would give you every minute
I have left on this Earth.
For the simple reason that you
gave your life raising me.
Daddy, daddy where have you gone?
How long must I hold on?
Why weren't you there at my preschool graduation?
Were you with her?
Is she more important than your own daughter?
Daddy, daddy why have you left?
Have you been stolen away from me?
Why weren't you there when I started elementary school?
Where were you when I picked out my first backpack?
Were there more important things to do?
Daddy, daddy why can't I find you?
Did you just decide to leave?
Why weren't you there when I turned sixteen?
Where were you when I got my first boyfriend?
Am I not good enough to warrant your affection?
Daddy, daddy why have you left?
Why did you just u
I have lost my innocence
the carefree days of a child
laughing and playing that never happened.
I have lost my father
a walk down the aisle
the loving support
the warm embrace.
I have lost my home
the big, bight, yellow room
the loving memories
the safe haven.
I have lost friends
throughout the years
to fights and lies.
I have lost my mind
to reoccurring depression
stress to be perfect
to suicide attempts.
I have lost myself
in quiet hospital rooms
in the dark of the night
and to shame.
I'm
from
warm
summer
nights
and
tall
corn
fields.
I'm
from
stark
white
hospital
rooms
painful
needles
and
sad
kids.
I'm
from
terrifying
nightmares
and
sleepless
nights.
I'm
from
a
quiet
country
road
and
a
beautiful
secluded
pond.
I'm
from
a
bright,
sunflower
This is my pain.
I can't give it away.
No matter how hard I try,
No one else wants it.
I lie awake at night thinking of ways to get rid of it.
All of my ideas come to nothing.
It's not fair!
It's not right!
Why do I alone have to go through this fight?
This is my love.
I don't want to give it away.
No matter how hard I try to keep it,
It always leaves me in the end.
I constantly worry if today will be the day that
It all ends and I'm alone again.
It's not fair!
It's not right!
Why can I never seems to win the fight?
This is my burden.
I want to get rid of it.
No matter how hard I try,
It just keeps coming back.
I have always carried i
I am the heat from the sun.
I am the rain in the night.
I am the smile that brightens your day.
I am the sunshine through your window.
I am the silent shadow always near.
I am the old oak in your yard.
I am the mother always caring.
I am the lonely child on the street.
I am a baby's first giggle.
I am the ever resilient weed.
I am the fraying rope.
I am the whisper in the night.
I am a best friend.
I am the fake smile on a beautiful face.
I am the beating of your heart.
I have lost my innocence
seeing and doing things no child should.
I have lost my ability to love
Irresponsible, mean people.
I have lost my dignity
people talking and laughing behind my back.
I have lost my ability to be a friend
mistrust in anyone and everyone.
I have lost my mind
crying children, silent hospital rooms, sharp painful needles.
I have lost my ability to trust
broken promises, lying people.
I have lost myself
to fake smiles, needing to be perfect,
and to shame.
Can't you see he needs you?
Can't you tell he's hurt?
You just stand there and watch while he takes the beatings.
How do you live knowing he's going through hell?
How can you sleep with the vary man who is doing it to him?
You don't say a word as he sits there and cries for all the wrongs that have been done to him.
Why do you let this keep happening?
Why haven't you even once said stop?
You pretend that you don't see what's going on. You just turn a blind eye.
What has he ever done to deserve this?
What was he even born for?
You just turn the TV up a little louder so you don't hear the screams from the other room.
What kind of mother
What's the point?
Why should I get up in the morning?
Why should I get dressed?
Why should I put myself through all the hell that life brings?
What's the point?
Nothing good ever happens.
Nothing fun ever occurs.
Nothing but shit exists.
What's the point?
I don't want to be laughed at anymore.
I don't want to have to fake a smile.
I don't want to be forgotten.
What's the point?
What difference does it make?
Who will really notice if I'm gone?
What impact will it make if I leave?
What's the point?
Life sucks anyway and in a few years I'll be dead.
No one will remember me.
Nothing of my life will remain.
So I ask again....
What's the
Her little eyes beg me not to leave,
as I have to hand her back to her mom.
Her little hands say don't let go,
as she clings to me as her mom yells that I'm trying to kidnap her.
Her tears ask me why I don't want her,
as I climb into my car and drive away.
Her screams let me know that she will wait till I come back,
no matter how long it takes.
My tears let me know that I don't want to drive away,
as I start my car.
My sheet white face tells me that this is not what I want,
as i stare in my rear view mirror.
My clenched fist say that I will fight for her,
even if I have to kill a few people along the way.
I would give you the world,
if I could.
For the simple reason
that you gave it to me.
I would pluck a star from the heavens
to give to you, if I could.
For the simple reason that you
taught me to reach for them.
I would seal sunlight in a bottle for you
if it were possible.
For the simple reason that you
scared away the monsters in the dark.
I would give you every minute
I have left on this Earth.
For the simple reason that you
gave your life raising me.
Daddy, daddy where have you gone?
How long must I hold on?
Why weren't you there at my preschool graduation?
Were you with her?
Is she more important than your own daughter?
Daddy, daddy why have you left?
Have you been stolen away from me?
Why weren't you there when I started elementary school?
Where were you when I picked out my first backpack?
Were there more important things to do?
Daddy, daddy why can't I find you?
Did you just decide to leave?
Why weren't you there when I turned sixteen?
Where were you when I got my first boyfriend?
Am I not good enough to warrant your affection?
Daddy, daddy why have you left?
Why did you just u
I have lost my innocence
the carefree days of a child
laughing and playing that never happened.
I have lost my father
a walk down the aisle
the loving support
the warm embrace.
I have lost my home
the big, bight, yellow room
the loving memories
the safe haven.
I have lost friends
throughout the years
to fights and lies.
I have lost my mind
to reoccurring depression
stress to be perfect
to suicide attempts.
I have lost myself
in quiet hospital rooms
in the dark of the night
and to shame.
I'm
from
warm
summer
nights
and
tall
corn
fields.
I'm
from
stark
white
hospital
rooms
painful
needles
and
sad
kids.
I'm
from
terrifying
nightmares
and
sleepless
nights.
I'm
from
a
quiet
country
road
and
a
beautiful
secluded
pond.
I'm
from
a
bright,
sunflower
This is my pain.
I can't give it away.
No matter how hard I try,
No one else wants it.
I lie awake at night thinking of ways to get rid of it.
All of my ideas come to nothing.
It's not fair!
It's not right!
Why do I alone have to go through this fight?
This is my love.
I don't want to give it away.
No matter how hard I try to keep it,
It always leaves me in the end.
I constantly worry if today will be the day that
It all ends and I'm alone again.
It's not fair!
It's not right!
Why can I never seems to win the fight?
This is my burden.
I want to get rid of it.
No matter how hard I try,
It just keeps coming back.
I have always carried i
I am the heat from the sun.
I am the rain in the night.
I am the smile that brightens your day.
I am the sunshine through your window.
I am the silent shadow always near.
I am the old oak in your yard.
I am the mother always caring.
I am the lonely child on the street.
I am a baby's first giggle.
I am the ever resilient weed.
I am the fraying rope.
I am the whisper in the night.
I am a best friend.
I am the fake smile on a beautiful face.
I am the beating of your heart.
I have lost my innocence
seeing and doing things no child should.
I have lost my ability to love
Irresponsible, mean people.
I have lost my dignity
people talking and laughing behind my back.
I have lost my ability to be a friend
mistrust in anyone and everyone.
I have lost my mind
crying children, silent hospital rooms, sharp painful needles.
I have lost my ability to trust
broken promises, lying people.
I have lost myself
to fake smiles, needing to be perfect,
and to shame.
Can't you see he needs you?
Can't you tell he's hurt?
You just stand there and watch while he takes the beatings.
How do you live knowing he's going through hell?
How can you sleep with the vary man who is doing it to him?
You don't say a word as he sits there and cries for all the wrongs that have been done to him.
Why do you let this keep happening?
Why haven't you even once said stop?
You pretend that you don't see what's going on. You just turn a blind eye.
What has he ever done to deserve this?
What was he even born for?
You just turn the TV up a little louder so you don't hear the screams from the other room.
What kind of mother
With a Whimper - AU!Levi x Reader [Ch 2] by what-the-honk, literature
Literature
With a Whimper - AU!Levi x Reader [Ch 2]
You continued after the valiant hero, much to your wounded pride, and walked beside him. He sent a brief glance in your direction, and his expression shifted into one you could only assume was vague smugness. “What’s wrong? Did you realise zombies make shitty hosts?” he remarked. His tone was so blatantly apathetic but undoubtedly riddled with sarcasm and dry humour. It almost made you want to punch him.
“Nah, I just thought you’d need an escort.”
“You’re really not my type.”
You furrowed your brows and mentally scolded yourself for blindly walking into that one. Why were escorts a type
With a Whimper - AU!Levi x Reader [Ch 1] by what-the-honk, literature
Literature
With a Whimper - AU!Levi x Reader [Ch 1]
“This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.”
- T.S Eliot
You didn’t know how it happened, truthfully. The months that it started seemed to go past in a blur tainted with tragedy and death. You remembered sitting at the kitchen table with your little brother, watching the TV as some anthropologist or whoever spoke about developing a vaccine that would apparently “push humanity forward”.
What a bunch of crap.
What was supposed to augment muscle power only eroded them, what was intended to boost brain power only ate them away, what was supposed to be humanity’s salvation ended up being i
A Learning Experience - AU!Levi x Reader by what-the-honk, literature
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A Learning Experience - AU!Levi x Reader
“Alright. Let’s try this again, real slow.”
Levi pointed a slim finger at the equation in the book. “If x added to twelve makes thirty-four, what value is x?”
“Uh…” you mumbled. “I… I don’t know.”
“Ugh.”
It had been like this for weeks now. Little over a month ago, your parents noticed your ever-slipping grades in school and decided to hire on a tutor to give you the extra education you clearly needed. It didn’t help a damn bit, however, when they decided to hire a fucking sex god for your teacher. Your grades just continued to get worse with him a
I have always tried to be positive about life. No matter what got thrown at me I always had a smile on my face. But it keeps getting harder and harder to be positive. Everything lately seems to be going wrong. It's like God has forsaken me. Have I done something so terrible that I need to be punished. I just don't know anymore.
So I just got into college. (YAY) I've been working really hard for a long time for this. I had to retake a year of high school because I was in a really bad car accident when I was 16 and had to take a year off school. I didn't think I would even graduate high school let alone get into college. I've had a lot of hard times in my life and very few good times. That's what makes me me though.
So I moved here about a month ago and I couldn't be happier. I love my family but there never seems to be a quiet moment with them. From my aunts ex moving back in with her to my cousin breaking into the store I worked at to my other aunt hitting my
why can't i ever say the things i want to? i like you so much but i'm afraid that if i say something i will lose you forever. why is everything so complicated? will you still like me if i tell you how i feel? do you feel the same way?