Suicidé Silence You Only Live Once Lyrics Novels & Stories

I poured everything into that song… the fear for my mother, the loneliness of pretending to be someone I wasn’t. The final verse was quiet. Sing true, little wolf, though silence grows around you Your howl is still your power, your song the only light You’re made of more than mourning, more shadow than surrender So burn, fierce and tender, and make the dark your right. My voice ached on the last word, the room suspended in its final note. Then silence. Utter, ringing silence. I stood frozen in the space between the last breath and the first reaction, still not breathing, not moving.

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*

Was I stupid to love you? Was I reckless to help? Was it obvious to everybody else That I'd fallen for a lie? You were never on my side Fool me once, fool me twice Are you death or paradise? Now you'll never see me cry There's just no time to die - Billie Eilish Lyana How to start something I don't even know how to talk about, the worst taking over and the abstraction of happiness moving further and further away in search of a safe place to hide from everything, from so much dirt.

, plugged in headphones to listen. Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone. It's so cold, it's so cold Why did you leave me alone? Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone. Windy afternoon Windy afternoon Why did you leave me? Some words some words The sound of love or prayer Some music some music Music to call people or music to call souls Don't be silent don't be silent With the sound of hammers nails. Don't give off scent. Don't give off scent

Trust the one Who's been where you are Wishing all it was Just sticks and stones Those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone And you're not invisible Hear me out, There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now Someday you'll look on all these days And all these pain is gonna be invisible Oh, invisible"

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to Because after all, I foolishly love you -Gabbie Sanchez 🔸🔸🔸

Sage laughed. “Sing a few lines.” Sage nudged me. “I live for the darkness, where the silence sings. I’m the king of the night, wearin’ shadowed wings. Where the world slows down and the heart beats deep. That’s when I find what I need to keep.” I sighed, rolling my eyes as the chorus played. Sage pouted, giving me puppy eyes. I wasn’t getting out of this trip down memory lane without singing. So I conceded.

’ ‘Nobody knows you the way that I know you. Those lyrics stand out but it’s this passage that hits me the hardest. “And it’s the fightThe fight of our livesYou and I we were made to thriveOh yeahAnd I am your futureAnd I am your pastNever forget we were built to last.Step out of the shadows and into my lifeSilence the voices thay haunt you inside.

SIERRA The silence in the cave was suffocating, wrapping around me like an iron chain. I slumped against the cold, jagged wall, tears streaking down my face. For days—or had it been weeks?—I had been hearing their voices. Soft, familiar whispers that called out to me, a lifeline in this dark abyss. But now, even they were gone. I was utterly alone. I pressed my hands to my ears, trying to drown out the oppressive silence. “Why?” I whispered to the emptiness, my voice breaking. “Why is this happening to me?”

I am writing my revenge one silent motion at a time. And when I walk out of this cell—not if, when—it won’t be with a scream. It’ll be with the stillest, deadliest silence he’s ever known.