Cut My Life Into Pieces Lyrics Novels & Stories

I took the supermarket flowers from the windowsill I threw the day old tea from the cup Packed up the photo album Matthew had made Memories of a life that's been loved Took the get well soon cards and stuffed animals Poured the old ginger beer down the sink Dad always told me, "don't you cry when you're down" But mum, there's a tear every time that I blink The bed sink under the weight of someone making me open my eyes to face my Josh who smiled before he was opening his mouth as he sang the next verse Oh I'm in pieces, it's tearing me up, but I know

He raised his voice to me for the first time ever, “Tell me! Tell me why you are tearing us apart.” I knew he was hurting too but I didn’t want to go through this again. Damn it! But he wasn’t going to let me go until I told him. I burst out crying and yelling, retelling the horror of my life. How I had been raped while I was blacked out and left to die. No memory of the attack itself, only knowing what remained after. Feeling the pain and the fact that he had beaten and broken my body. That he had shredded my uterus, and I could never have children. That was my dream too and my rapist had stolen it. He took everything from me that night and even now that I had a chance at love again, it sli

As I closed my eyes one last time, I made a wish. "If there's a next life, I wish to never meet them again."

If you just get that box with your cutting utensils. I'm not cutting again. 'Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut...' I'm not cutting. 'Of course not, you're you're coward!' I don't wanna live anymore.

Wind smashed through the windows, shattering them in an eternal instant. Time seemed to slow as I watched myself in horror. Each splinter became a crack, which spread like streams carving through stone and dirt, widening into rivers and sea-mouths. Then the shards exploded outwards, glinting as they caught the light, winking at me smugly as they spun out into the air beyond. I was breaking this life, just as surely as I’d ripped apart the pieces of my human one. I thought about Suze, about Luna, about Ollie, about Ella, and every time my heart beat it was for all of them.

My life feels like it’s crumbling into pieces, and every part of me seems to be shattering and falling apart. I’ve never felt this way before; the pain is unlike anything I’ve experienced. It feels as if my heart is being ripped from my chest and my soul is slipping away. Richie has lost so much blood—way too much—and I can’t stop overthinking every word the doctor might say. The thought of losing him is unbearable; I want him to be okay, I need him to be okay.

Ultimately, he sighed in exasperation before shaving my hair off and giving me a buzz cut. When I got home, Scarlet was nearly shocked to see that all my hair was gone. "Vi! What did you do to your hair? Why is it now a buzz cut?" "It's more convenient that way," I said. The comments suddenly popped up on the screen. "As expected of the main character's sister. She's a step ahead of everyone else." "Exactly! Who would want to waste precious water to wash hair instead of drinking it?" "Everyone's going to get a buzz cut next time, regardless of their gender!"

If I'm alive, I'm worth something. Parts of me have been stripped away. I've transformed into a puzzle, one that needs mending. When I'm complete, I can see the whole picture. The beautiful pieces of my life that give me meaning. My family and friends fit inside my puzzle box. It's time to let them out and place them where they belong in the puzzle of my life. We are all broken puzzles. My pieces are experiences, some of joy, and some of pain. They blend together, and my colors mix. My life becomes a rainbow, as the sun and rain dance side by side.

m then she would still be here. I grabbed they keys from Nash and ran out the hospital. I turned they into ignition and started to drive off. I don't know where. Just somewhere away from here. Somewhere, where I could go and die and nobody would ever find me. [song recommendation: power trip by j Cole.] I Grab a bottle of vodka that I knew we kept under the seat and started to drink it. I wanted to drown my thoughts away. "Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you to want me. Would you believe me if I said I'm in love? Baby, I want you" I sang along to the radio as I took more swigs.

With extreme fear, Delilah shook her head vigorously as she pleaded, "Tristan, it's me, Lila! What are you…" A scream echoed through the air as he slapped her harshly across the face. He inserted the dagger between her thighs, his tone frosty as he asked, "Was this what you did to my child?" With each word Tristan spoke, his voice grew quieter. Soon, all that could be heard were Delilah's faint gasps. The live stream flickered with static, but the ban still hadn't been enforced. I felt a chill down my spine as I met his eyes on-screen.