Miserable Lit Lyrics Novels & Stories

No tell me , look u to my eyes and tell me that plain lie about you loving me and making me your woman, I am such a fool thinking life had finally noted me, I must be crazy thinking this is my happy ending there is no happy ending written for me just illusions perfectly crafted to make me happy then throw me down, I trusted you myles I thought we could be an item something important like I could finally begin a family with you but just like amwags tih betray me and took advantage of me, Speak mykes tell me it's all a lie, tell me I'm mistaken tell me it's not the way I think it is, common day something why aren't you denying anything"

Why, oh but why were the lyrics so relatable ? Why did they stomp my heart and crush it so bad ? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When all your thoughts are dark and insecure I’ll build you a light Cause baby I’m sure That loving you has made me better * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * No. No. No. Why would loving that bitch make him feel better ? Is it because of what I did ?

"Nana, this girl is so pitiful. Let's take her home." As soon as I heard those words, my consciousness suddenly returned to me. The familiar faces and scenes flooded back, and I immediately accepted the fact that I had been reborn. The girl was shivering from the cold. Her tattered clothes barely concealed the signs of abuse on her body. Standing before me was a boy with delicate features. A hint of sadness lay between his brows. His bright eyes were filled with sympathy and pity for the girl. His expensive branded clothes screamed "rich, naive young heir" from head to toe.

“I give you my word, when all this is over, I’ll make you so happy that you’d never have room for misery. You deserve it my sweet boy,” ***** UNEDITED

“Kill me. I've lived a life of misery, known nothing but pain since the day I was born.” She paused, sighing heavily. “I don’t know what you have in store to make my life miserable, but I doubt it could be worse than what I’ve endured within these walls. Look at me... just look at me. Do I look like someone who’s ever tasted the sweetness of life?”

(Found by Citizen Soldier) ♪ Have you ever felt lost ♪ ♪ Like you don't matter at all ♪ ♪ Like you were born just to be scared ♪ ♪ All this fear deep inside ♪ ♪ Does it burn to the surface leaving you gasping for air ♪ His eyes found mine and he melt me once again with his brilliant smile. ♪ Now you're walking alone ♪ ♪ It's all that you've ever known ♪ ♪ So sick of being the one betrayed ♪ ♪ If you just take one more chance if you just open your eyes you'll find the purpose in your pain ♪

The air was heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the acrid stench of liquor and broken dreams. Behind the bar counter, I stood like a specter, a harbinger of sorrow serving liquid poison to lost souls. The dim glow of crimson-hued lights accentuated the hollows beneath my eyes, reflecting the abyss that consumed me. The clinking of glasses echoed like a morbid chorus, each sound a discordant note in the symphony of despair.

I wasn’t sure if it was from the fight or from lute lessons Marenia had me do till i got a song— to darn perfection. I looked at myself in the mirror. Just a girl. I fell into bed with a tired sigh. Eyes open. Mind racing. Then, like a spark in a thunderstorm, I heard it—sharp, smug, and definitely not mine. 《《Pathetic》》 I jump up from the bed in shock. What the fuck was that? 《《If I'd known I would be possessing a body this useless, I would've have just stayed in my prison.》》

“There are fifty words off the top of my head I can describe you with. Nice is not one of them.” “Ouch.” I rubbed my chest with a half smirk, relaxing against the wall once more. “I may not be a nice guy, but I heard misery loves company, so here I am in your most pitiful state. I may not be able to make you feel better, but at least you aren’t alone.”

I am such a lightweight, the combination of lack of food and sleep means that the third shot has me reeling, and I find myself screaming the lyrics to Limp Bizkit’s ‘Break Stuff’, wishing that I could break Taylor’s face. The fourth shot makes the anger start to subside, and instead, the hurt and the pain start to resurface. I find myself listening to Evanescence’s ‘Going Under’, and the pain seems to mirror my own swirling thoughts, and I can’t help but wonder about whether I can survive this, whether I can make it through intact or whether I am just going to drown in my pain.