Obsession And Depression Lyrics Novels & Stories

He started filling me again with his thing and, holding both of my hands above my head and locking it with his right hands, while his other hand was busy in my mound. He keeps on pounding inside of me while we are both drawing ourselves with this pleasure we are making, “Love me” I heard him mumble something but I’m too drunk to understand but he whispers it again between our kisses. “Love me tonight, like we don’t have tomorrow” I don’t know but suddenly I sober up and realize what he said, he was pounding me so deep but my mind won't stop rewinding what he just said, “I’m drowning in obsession for you El, so love” he whispers to my cheeks before he starts giving me sweet kisses like he alw

Almost all of us grunted "Obsessed with you by Central Cee is my favorite" Debbie said 🎵Your hair's under my pillow so I sleep🎵 she began 🎵And I'm dreaming of you leaving roses at my feet🎵 🎵I'm obsessed with you in a way I can't believe🎵 🎵When you wipe your tears do you wipe them just for me?🎵 She paused and Trey continued from there.... 🎵I hope a trap boy's your type🎵

Make it like an operation But I ain't one of your patients Could've least waited but you don't play that game I can't get you off my brain Keep on popping pills for the pain But as soon as I go wake up Still caught up in your games No, I can't get out of this haze (Oh, Woah) Tears are almost gone, still got symptoms in my heart So tell me what's the cure for you (The cure for you) Cause boy, you make me so confused You got me feeling like a psycho, psycho Got me chasing shots of NyQuil, NyQuil Without you, I get antsy and upset But with you, I fall apart Boy look what you've started I can't stand you, heartless Like a psycho, psycho (psycho, psycho) Got me chasin' shots of NyQuil, NyQuil (Ny

I can hold on I can't sleep at nights The overthinking is not fine But I can't help it I want everything to stop please These days people scare me I can't look them into eyes These days I can't eat Because I don't feel at ease I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice I am loosing myself slowly. They say ,they love me But then , why can't I see it? Why can't I feel it? Why am I feeling all this??? Why am I loosing my mind? Why am I not enjoying myself? Where the heck my mind has been lately? Why can't I concentrate?? I feel so stupid For feeling all this things But I can't help it Someone help me stop it. I know I'm beautiful But, I know I'm ugly too

^DEPRESSED^ I still hear you voice I still feel your presence I remember our first kiss The times made me laugh and smile But they’re all gone including you My once perfect love Is now a figment of my imagination All the promises of love are gone Indeed there is no such thing as happy ever after Each night Each day Whenever I close my eyes I still see your beautiful smile I hear your heavenly laughter But when I open my eyes I realize it’s all in my head How could you move on While I live in the past

He does scare me but I refuse to show my fear. “And what if that obsession of yours will fade?” I contended, rage illuminating my entire being like a bright white light. I know how obsession works very well, but once that phase will be over. Then, I’m good as nothing but a toy he’s done playing with. And what next? He’ll discard me like I didn’t even exist in the first place. Obsession is a dangerous thing. It can make a person do anything, and by “anything,” I mean the most unbelievable of behaviors.

Goddess, I was becoming shameless! Zarek grinned like a shark at my words. “Oh, sing, brother. I need that reward.” Zade glared at both of us, muttered a few curses under his breath, and stood up like he was heading to his execution. He grabbed the mic stiffly. His voice came out flat and serious: “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” The music started before he could back out. It was a sappy love ballad. I nearly choked on the soda that Zarek insisted I have.

by Linkin Park and it seemed like the Moon Goddess, or rather the DJ was mocking at the two broken souls with the song’s lyrics which were too apt to the situation. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At present, Joy and Zane were the only ones at the bar and the latter was close to his breaking point. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“She’s… easy. She’s a distraction. You know why I need distractions?” “Because you’re a cliché?” I asked, bitterness lacing my tone. He ignored me, his gaze dropping to my chest. He then slowly lowered his head, pressing his face into my stomach. His drunken breath was warm through my pajama pants. “Because you’re here, and you’re perfect, and I can’t have you. So I go out, I drink, I look at other people, but nothing, absolutely nothing, works.” His hand slipped under the hem of my pajamas, finding the softness of my inner thigh. The change in his mood was instantaneous—from sloppy drunk to focused, desperate lust.

“I’m struggling to understand what might be good about something that bland.” She smiled into her cup. “I still don’t know how you people do black coffee,” he continued. “It tastes like depression.” “Maybe that’s why I like it now.” The joke was quiet. Casual. But Derek heard the sadness underneath it immediately. His smile faded. “Tessa…” She shook her head quickly. “No, it’s fine.” “It’s obviously not fine.” Silence. She stared down into her coffee. “I don’t want to bore you.” Derek blinked slowly. “Who told you that you could ever bore me?”