Ruin My Life Lyrics Novels & Stories

♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫ ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ I'll pick up the pieces, though my heart is in pain, Embracing the darkness, as I dance in the rain. I'll find strength in my tears, and let them set me free, For one broken girl, will rise from this tragedy. ♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky,

The harder I fought for air, the deeper I sank. Now, I’m nothing but a wreck. My body is failing—holes in my lungs, cracks in my mind. Every day, I chased monsters, burning through what was left of my sanity, my health, my soul. I thought it would bring peace, but it only left me hollow. I ruined everything. Everything.

Inside there was nothing left but a desert of sadness, where everything that was green, everything that was life today was dry. Carefully, in her mind navigating a thousand ideas that collided with each other making her doubt even the ground she was walking on, feeling the energy leave her body, feeling the tears being cried by her heart but not by her eyes, she lay down on the stretcher at the same time. As she rested her legs on the instrument in front of her, she closed her eyes. In her mind all those moments of misfortune came to her. “What did you just say?!” Crystal asked, getting up from the couch, the same place her grandfather had asked her to sit.

Turning, I see the phantom as she moves toward me, a wicked smile on her face as her arms wrap around me and her melodic voice speaks in my head once more. ‘My dear son,’ she whispers, her warmth that was once my greatest solace only making me feel empty. ‘Even now you still haven’t let go of everything. You’re still here in this dark place with me. You’re my treasure, Ciaran, my one and only light, and if you ever leave me, then I’ll be so lonely.’ Her words are like a knife, stabbing into my heart, and icy water that presses against my body, numbing me and making me remember that this world is fucking cruel and to let anyone get close to me or provoke me is all but a death sentence.

That sentence feels like spit in my face. “Thank you, Monica. If anything comes up, I’ll definitely contact you, okay?” I conclude. “Alright, don’t push yourself too hard, okay? Let me know if you need anything. Love you, babe!” I end the call without returning her declaration of love. The urge to throw up comes back again. Monica and Paul are truly working together to drive me insane. They want me to feel “mentally unstable.” If something happens to me later, people will assume it is an accident or a suicide caused by depression.

Teeth changing. I'm human again. Lying naked on my destroyed living room floor, covered in cuts and bruises and my own blood. Every part of my body hurts. I'm too exhausted to move. Too broken to care that I'm lying in broken glass and scattered books and the ruins of my life. I did this. I destroyed my own flat. Everything I worked for, everything I owned, ruined in one night. The sun's rising. Light streams through my broken window. I need to assess the damage. Need to figure out if this is salvageable.

I have given you so many opportunities to crawl back, to beg me just so that I would forgive you, but you declined each one, priding over nothing but your beauty and stubbornness. But do not worry. I am going to make you fucking crawl to my feet. Tonight, with the weapon sitting carefully in my car, I will destroy you completely and I will make you beg me for mercy forever and I will never let you have a taste of it.

“Fall apart for me. Break for me.” Another wave crashed over me, harder than the last, leaving me trembling and incoherent. My chest heaved, my throat raw, and still he didn’t stop. Damon’s relentless pace bordered on cruel, each thrust claiming me deeper, harder, until I was nothing but his to use, his to destroy. “You begged me to ruin you,” he whispered darkly, his lips brushing my ear. “And now you’re ruined, Aria. Completely mine.” His grip on my hips tightened to the point of pain, dragging me back onto him as though he wanted me carved into his body forever.

“Babe, what happened? Are you okay?” She laughed. It was a bitter, ugly sound that made my stomach twist. “Okay? You’re asking me if I’m okay?” She swayed a little, catching herself on the wall. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, but the anger in them was sharp. “You ruined my life, Liam. You and your fucking ex. You got her pregnant while I was here waiting for you to even look at me. While I was touching myself at night because you were ‘too tired.’”

"You're not the only one who came back. I remember everything from our last life. Especially the part where you poisoned my tea... and watched me die." His eyes blew wide with horror. "So, do you really think there's a chance for us? Besides," I paused, my eyes raking over his ruined body before a slow, cruel smile touched my lips. "You have no legs. Your wolf is broken. Who would possibly want you now?" All the color drained from Damien's face. He looked like his soul had just been ripped from his body. "So all of this," I said, straightening up and signing the dissolution papers, "is something you brought upon yourself. Goodbye, Damien. This time, it's forever."