Songs About Suicidal Thoughts

She has never spoken a word. Not because she chose silence— But because life chose it for her. Aradhya Mishra, mute since childhood and walking with a painful limp in one leg, has lived in the background of the world. Quiet, observant, and emotionally scarred, she’s learned to express her thoughts through gestures, eyes that speak volumes, and a heart that still dares to dream. She's fragile on the outside—but only fools mistake her silence for weakness. He was born to dominate. Avyaan Singh Rathore—aka MADVIPER—is the brutal, cold-blooded mafia king. Ruthless, feared, and untouchable, he rules the underworld as the head of the secretive gang THE VEYRIX. His name alone silences rooms. He doesn't believe in love. Doesn't care for innocence. Until he's forced to marry her. A girl who cannot speak. A man who doesn't listen. Tied in a bond neither wanted— And for a reason neither knows. What begins as a mistake turns into something much more twisted. A war of silent stares, guarded hearts, and slow-burning emotions. She's the calm to his storm. The quiet to his rage. And perhaps—the only voice his soul can still hear. But love doesn’t bloom easily in a world soaked with blood and secrets. When two broken souls collide under a lie, Can truth set them free— Or will it destroy them both?

Latifa has given all she has got for love, and has taken it upon herself to create a favorable world ever since she lost her parent to a fatal aviation accident at a young age. she refuses to be sentimental but, she misses her mum so much, seeing herself fight a fight she may not be able to win Is dramatic. Latifa had wished for a simple life and that she could tell her mum what the other co-wife, her stepmom, and her ex-boyfriend did to her, and to show the scars she was given for being molested against her will. Her life has always been a chaotic one, as it happens over and over again, being so unfair, hard, inconsiderate just as if she was meant for the wrong side of existence. Latifa became a call girl and left her stepmother's tiny rough care to be alone and work to take care of herself. A few months later latifa came back to take revenge with another love trial on a man whose social strata were seemingly incompatible. a fun-loving filthy billionaire (Alastair), who presented an alluring deal she couldn't resist at first. Alastair who seemed to have enjoyed the first one-time experience, shortly, asked latifa to move in with him as part of the deal which she accepted but the uncertainty came unexpectedly, latifa see herself drowning in her deepest thoughts, yet another epic moment of her life. “Alastair, your uncle is familiar.......” I murmured..

When a Jobless MBA holder found herself transmigrated into a billionaire body. What would happen? Rachel Johnson, A persistent and tenacious woman died while coming back from her boyfriend’s house when she found out that he was cheating on her. But when she opened her eyes, she saw herself in a foggy cloud, the sky was endless. She felt as if she was floating but at the same time, she wasn't. “Hey, Wake up.” Rachel heard a girl's melodious and pleasant voice speaking in her head. She quickly looked back. That was when she knew that she wasn’t conscious. “Who are you?” Rachel asked the voice after glancing around and couldn't find a single soul. Is she not dead?! “No, you are not dead yet,” The voice said again. She could hear her thoughts? What the hell! Is she in hell? Rachel thought frantically. Immediately Rachel heard the girl’s “You are not in hell either. You need to listen to me now. I don't have much time left.” Hearing the urgency and the desperation in the girl’s voice, Rachel decided to listen to her. “I am Araceli, A Billionaire Heiress. I don't how it happened but transmigrated into my body. I'm already dead but you are occupying my body right now” Araceli explained as she whimpered. “I'm in your body? Rachel asked, shocked. Is there something like that? Transmigration?

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

After the college entrance exam, the school's reigning beauty dragged me into a wager over our scores. "Only the girl with the higher marks is worthy of being Eric's girlfriend." Eric Lowell scoffed. "That's enough, Jocelyn. My relationships aren't yours to dictate." Then, in front of everyone, he confessed to me. I mistook it for the answer to a long-held crush. With the crowd egging us on, I flushed and said yes. That night, he took me back to his place. From then on, we hardly spent a night apart. Before application season, I went to his house, hoping we would apply to the same university. Instead, I overheard part of a phone call. "Jocelyn, everything's ready: the photos, the videos. Just like you asked." Jocelyn's laughter drifted through the receiver, light and pleased. "You must've gone to so much trouble~ Then let's wait until the school assembly the day after tomorrow and stream it to the whole school. I'm curious to see how Tessa plans on applying to those top-tier universities after that." "Eric," she added casually, "you're not having second thoughts, are you?" He hesitated, then answered, "Why would I? If anyone's at fault, it's her for not knowing her place. What right does she have to keep scoring higher than you?" I set the custom ring down, opened my email, and accepted the Oxford offer that had been waiting for me for a week.

Meet Zarina Da Cerna—a living princess by name and blood and an aspiring actress chasing the same dreams once held by her late mother. But fairy tales shatter easily. Her father, ruined by his addiction to casinos, drowns in billions of debt owed to the ruthless tycoon Rayne Madrigal. Cornered by desperation and greed, he commits the ultimate betrayal—selling his one and only daughter to the man he owes. Rayne Madrigal is everything Zarina despises: a cold-hearted businessman who bends the world with money and power, a man who believes everything—and everyone—has a price. Yet when he sees Zarina’s innocent face and undeniable capability, he is intrigued. He brings her into his world as his personal maid and secretary, binding her to his control. She hates him. She curses him in her thoughts while he sleeps. She dreams of escape. But hatred blurs into something far more dangerous. No matter how hard she fights it, Zarina finds herself drawn to the very man who stole her freedom. Trapped between resentment and desire, she falls for Rayne—and against all odds, becomes his wife. Rayne, however, marries for reasons of his own. All he wants is his father’s validation. His heart remains locked, untouched, and unwilling to love. Marriage becomes a battlefield. Love turns into silence. And eventually, they chose divorce. Yet fate is never done. When given another chance—another crossing of hearts and wounds—will they find their way back into each other’s arms? Or will love, once broken, remain lost forever?

I was holding my wife as we slept when her phone suddenly gave a special alert tone. “Rachel, my whole body hurts. Please help me…” The message was from Daniel. He sounded entitled, and he even attached a photo of his abs. My wife pushed me away at once. “Wait for me. I will head over right away.” I could not hold back my anger. “Where are you going? It’s the middle of the night, and you are going to see him? He’s your brother-in-law. Can’t you keep a bit of distance? “Your sister has been dead for half a year. Do you have to take care of him like this forever?” Rachel suddenly raised her hand and slapped me. “Sam, he has post-traumatic stress disorder. You already know that. I am his psychologist, so what is wrong with helping him? Why are your thoughts so filthy? “Forget it. I can’t talk sense into someone like you. Stay home and reflect on yourself.” After saying that, she did not look at me again. We had been married for five years. Every time we argued, she would walk away and give me the cold shoulder. She knew how much I loved her, so she hurt me without restraint. She was certain that I would ultimately give in and try to make peace. However, this time, I did not try to salvage the situation anymore. My heart was dead. I did not want her anymore.

Blurb: 20-year-old Yulia always thought of love as a perfect thing. A feeling so beautiful that it made two people glow and feel wanted by each other more than ever. But all those thoughts and ideas ended when she found out her boyfriend was a cheat and didn’t want her as much as she wanted him. Heartbroken and frustrated, Yulia finds herself moving from the very place she grew up with love, care, and protection to New York City “Brooklyn” to continue her university education and to start her life afresh, leaving the past behind her.She swore not to have anything to do with love anymore. But then she loved intimacy. Somehow, she gets into trouble on her very first day around campus, which leaves her with no option but to sign a working contract with the hot Raimondo Lopez. He is a 24-year-old American-based Spanish billionaire and professor who was born into a wealthy family where their household is filled with love and affection from both parents including relatives and servants. Aside from the love and affection, he was under strict guidance while growing up because he had the responsibility of taking over the family business. Raimondo is very much not interested in having anything to do with a woman romantically. But then what happens when Yulia becomes his personal assistant and teaching assistant? He starts admiring her from afar. What does fate have in store for them? Will they overlook that first encounter and look forward to future interactions? Will Raimondo manage to express his growing affection for Yulia outwardly? Will Yulia give love another chance? Read on to enjoy the love-hate drama between these two.

Warning: Incēst story, if it is not a cup of your Tea, feel free to drop it. You guys are warned As Ederic's life takes an unexpected turn with the arrival of his so-called biological dad and the discovery of his second mother, he finds himself in a new family dynamic. Among all the changes, he becomes infatuated with Aaron, his elder brother, seeking his attention and admiration. This admiration slowly transforms into love, with Ederic's heart blooming for Aaron. However, their relationship is far from smooth sailing. Aaron, initially not accepting of Ederic's arrival, becomes a source of bullying and hostility. Ederic endures his elder brother's torment, longing for his affection and attention. The dynamics between them are complicated, with a mix of love and hate intertwining their interactions. Tragedy strikes when Ederic's mother passes away, leaving him devastated. To overcome his depression and seek a fresh start, he is sent abroad for his studies. Despite the physical distance, his love for Aaron remains strong throughout the years. Their love-hate relationship takes a significant turn on the night of Ederic's 18th birthday when they both lose themselves in the moment. After that fateful night, something changes within Aaron. The hate he once held for Ederic transforms into an obsession, consuming his thoughts and actions. On the other hand, Ederic's love for Aaron also turns into an intense obsession, fueling his desires. The question arises as to whether their obsessions will overpower their love or vice versa. It is a precarious balance, and the line between love and obsession becomes increasingly blurred. As their story unfolds, they must confront the consequences of their emotions and navigate the complexities of their relationship.

Elena didn't expect the drastic turn her life took in just one night. From discovering she was getting married, in place of her sister, to a mystery man, to bumping in on her unremorseful boyfriend cheating on her. Miserably, she agreed to take her sister's place. She thought she knew all what to expect and she prepared herself for it; a boring loveless marriage. Her soon-to-be husband was an extremely wealthy son of the Walton's but the rumors deemed him bedridden. He was also crippled and with a face scarred with burns. Elena thought she knew how their relationship would go until she eventually dived into it. Not only did the mystery ugly Billionaire turn out to be her worst nightmare and nothing like her thoughts, but he also had more secrets that would leave Elena wishing she hadn't judged too quickly. But there was no escape route for her now... *** His eyes narrowed as he stared at my nude figure, like a predator staring at his prey. "I've been gentle for you too long. And you've been a bad girl. It's time I mark you, and show you who you belong to now." "I'm yours, Master. I know I'm yours-" My voice was shaking as I knew this dangerous man wouldn't allow me to disobey him. I'm his bride as well as his personal slave. "I need you to prove it to me," he rasped near my ears while holding my hands to touch his desire, "Show me."