Suicidal Thoughts Song Novels & Stories

Any part of me at all, he took that shit as if he fucking owned it All I'm doing is relaying what I'm thinking, but not saying I been locked up with my own thoughts, I aint even fucking praying I been locked inside me room, I feel like I been going crazy I begin to hear my heart break all over again. After all this time of repairing my broken heart and broken spirit , it is easily broken just by thinking back on the events. I fist my shirt , pulling at my shirt hoping that will help – obliviously it does not. Memories of that day become more detailed as I sit back and watch the horror show happen right in front of my very eyes. Front seat of his SUV, we drunk and he on top of me It start to

I may not know much about you, but I know you’re listening to music You have to guess, if you get it right I’ll talk to you Vague much? I’ll give you good clues K Musiq (Soulchild) Aijuswanaseing Artist and album… How long do I have? Take your time And if I think I have it I can call? Only if you know you have it I need another clue, too many songs on the album Another clue means a time limit K “Many nights I’ve cried from the things you do Felt like I could die from the thought of losing you” My phone rang and I answered with, “That was quick.”

Everybody to their own thoughts, no one letting the other in his/her thoughts. Alicia exhaled heavily, crouching down infront of her tenth. She brings out her guitar, from the bag. Wear the guitar, and then starts to play. 🎼You say you hate me, then you say you love me too 🎼 🎼Please baby, can you make up your mind🎼 🎼You say you want me, then you say you don't 🎼 🎼Ohh baby, I don't understand anymore 🎼.

Chapter 85: What did you put in my drink? **Hannah’s POV** The song playing in my head at that instant was, “I…. wanna screammm from the chandelier….” I do not know why that damn song kept replying in my head and in a second I wondered if sex with Lucas had dysfunction my brain that I couldn’t control my thoughts. I could see the shock stamped across every face, like we’d all been yanked into the same nightmare but were reacting to it differently.

**CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains suicidal thoughts that may be triggering to survivors.** No. Not today. Stay focused, stay alert. I’m slipping and I said I wasn’t going to do that today. He was coming and I couldn’t be unaware. I had to be as much myself as possible. I don’t even know if I still remembered how… He was coming and he would save me.

She hasn't even said anything about her being single, maybe she's taken? But then again she's never mentioned dating anybody? She's in a coma for gods sake and I'm thinking about her dating people, surely if she was dating somebody, they would of been here by now, curiousity killed the cat. And I'm no cat, and I don't wanna be killed just yet. I get my guitar out and start playing say something by A Great Big World featuring Christina Aguilera. It's one of those types of songs that means something. When I've finished the song, I start to sing everybody hurts by R.E.M, finish the song, just about holding onto the tears that threaten to flood my eyes.

Feeling like his head was about to explode, Ryan staggered back to his desk, pulled out a drawer and picked up a white small bottle. He uncapped it, poured out two pills from the container into his palm and threw them quickly into his mouth. He grabbed a bottle of water from his desk and gulped down the content. His phone began to vibrate from his pocket and he fished it out. He scoffed on seeing the caller ID and for a moment, he contemplated on rejecting the call. On another thought, he went for the green sign as the line got connected. "It's nice knowing you still have my number, Marcela or should I say... Mother?"

The driver instinctively turned off the air conditioner and increased the music volume. The music played slowly as I felt the cold fresh air on my face and smelt the city. That particular music always brought tears to my eyes –Hero by Enrique Iglesias. Would you tremble, if I touched your lips? Would you laugh? Oh, please, tell me this Now, would you die for the one you loved? Hold me in your arms tonight I can be your hero, baby I can kiss away the pain I will stand by you forever you can take my very breath away

I hummed the song I was dancing to a while ago at the club, I stepped into the tub filled with water before gently sitting in the water. Working on my phone, I searched for the song online, “By Taylor Swift, hmmm” The music began to play so I rested my back completely against the tub, allowing the water to swallow me up to my neck. With my eyes closed, I began to reminisce about all that had happened today, especially my sweet mission to end Lucas. These were the men that allowed their dicks to take charge instead of their brains. I don't blame him much though, I was there dressed to kill and I did kill him… Literally.

"No matter what is the reason why I become your wife, still I am your wife. I am with you" I know how does it feels like to imprisoned your thoughts. You will drowned with it and the worst feeling is when the only thing that can make you breath is when you're already drowning with so much thoughts. It's like getting used to it. And that's the worst feeling, getting used to imprisoned your thoughts not wanting to pour it out and let yourself be free with it. "I don't want you to end up like my Mom" his voice drop down. "You will not die, Selena. Not in front of me, not when I am not around"