Les Miserable On My Own Lyrics Novels & Stories

Somethin' feels broke, need to fix it I cry out for help, do they listen? I'ma be alone until it's finished This is the part where I tell you I'm fine, but I'm lyin' I just don't want you to worry This is the part where I take all my feelings and hide 'em 'Cause I don't want nobody to hurt me I can't breathe, I'm waiting for the exhale Toss my pain with my wishes in a wishing well Still no luck, but oh, well I still try even though I know I'm gon' fail

CHAPTER SONG SUGGESTION _ SAM MYERS - I GOT THE BLUES Mesi's POV LOVE. PURPOSE. PASSION. DREAMS. All things I had spent my life denying myself unknowingly. I took a deep breath closing my eyes trying my best to calm the beating in my head as oceans of stress continued to wash away the peace that kept me afloat, leaving me to drown in waters of worry.

“You want to throw yourself away? For what? To make Wade laugh? To make your enemies cheer? No. This is the time to brace up. This is when you fight. To the top.” Her chest heaves as she spins toward him, her face streaked with tears. “You don’t understand, Lance! You don’t understand what it feels like to be humiliated like this! To be treated as nothing—” He chuckles bitterly, cutting her off. “Don’t I? My pain is worse than yours, Adrianna. And unlike you, I don’t get to escape it. I live it. Over and over again. Every damn day.” Her lips part, words failing her.

" I glared at him, my eyes filled with a disgust and contempt I had never felt so sharply. "The man you used to be—arrogant as you were—still had some shred of dignity. Look at you now. How are you any different from those men who sell themselves for money? "Do you take me for a fool? Someone who'd fall for such cheap tricks? You make me sick." I didn't spare him another glance—his face twisted with humiliation and despair. Turning around, I kicked the locked door open and walked out without looking back.

Looked up. Didn't recognize the girl in the mirror. Hair? Wrecked. Skin? Dull. Eyes? Puffy and red. I didn't look like this this morning. Guess you really can lose yourself for love. I'd loved Jacob for years. With the wedding coming up, I thought we'd finally made it. Didn't see it was already falling apart. I took a deep breath, tried to shut down the spiral, and grabbed my phone. [Short one groom for this wedding. Anyone want the job?]

The song pulsed through the walls of the room, looping endlessly, and by the time it started over for what must’ve been the tenth—no, twentieth—time, I knew rest was a lost cause. My head throbbed with the rhythm, and each time the chorus returned, I wanted to scream out loud from sheer frustration. Worse, the lyrics dug into my head like a personal attack: (You’re so insecure, but I don’t know why. I feel the world stop when you look at me. It’s like I’ve been reborn into a whole new world. If only you could see from my eyes, you’d know why I’m desperate. You’ve got me restless, got me insane,

It just all in our head messing it up, it's useless to hate a masterpiece just because of some asshole who betrayed me. What to do our humans are like that, always waiting to blame something over someone. I click on the play button while increasing the volume all the while stepping down the stairs cautiously. Whispers in the background, behind closed doors I got myself in a mess and without you, I'm in more Oh, I'm a little drunk now, that's why I went to war Oh, yeah, you are my sober when I'm on the floor Can't see when I'm fallin', losing myself

“Eden, where are you? Come out now. They want to make June drink.” Eden immediately became flustered, and he was only able to manage one sentence. “Katie, don’t misunderstand me. I’ll explain to you later when I’m back.” I weakly slid down and sat on the floor. I just let the pain wash over me and drag me into the abyss of hopelessness. Even my breath smelled of blood. I cried in silence. After a long while, laughter from the outside jolted me back. “Did you see Eden caring so much about June?”

Yet even something that simple was beyond my reach. I still wasn't allowed out of bed. My condition hadn't improved enough. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps I would still have a chance tomorrow. I only needed to recover. My baby would be even sadder if he saw me like this. I repeated those words to myself over and over. Then I cried until there were no tears left. Suddenly, the door flew open. I flinched, nearly shouting. "Didn't I ask you to make sure no one came in for the next hour, Brita?"

How despicable can you be? Jaxson thought I was deliberately imitating Elena. He flied into a rage and punished me to kneel on the steps. As fine rain drifted off the tiles, no one dared to hold an umbrella for me. I was soaked through and collapsed wearily at the foot of the steps. When I woke up, only my maid was by my side. She looked hesitant and told me, “Jaxson was preparing himself with Elena’s funeral. No one dared to disturb him.”