We Re Not Broken Just Bent Lyrics Novels & Stories

(Song from Little Mix) Uh oh, uh oh, here I go again, baby, baby I hear your name and it's like I'm breaking, aching You still got that power hanging over me It's always over but still happening Uh oh, uh oh, here I go again, baby, baby I just wanna scream out 'till my voice breaks Even if the tears fall and my heart hates me Baby, I love you Uh, oh, uh oh, don't know how I'm still breathing, breathing I got this hole up in my heart baby, baby And it doesn't matter what no one says Even though it's broken, I love you anyway Uh oh, uh oh, here I go again, baby, baby. Was this what she felt all this time? She loves me. There's no lie about it. She wouldn't dedicate a lot of songs to me. I star

The physical pain wasn't there but the emotional one to not see my family members by my side broke a huge part of me. Who am I talking about ? I'm broken anyway. No one cares about me because I'm broken, I'm tainted, I'm dirty, I'm a sl*t, I'm a disgrace, I'm horrible, I'm pathetic, I'm not worth anyone's time or love. My eyes flutter open again, my head was heavy with a throbbing pain and someone was stroking my back gently. " Thank god she is safe." Elliot's voice sounds. Shawn hums in response rocking me back and forth on his lap gently.

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.

Neither does Roman. We stay connected. In this fragile moment. ###########

I didn't ask for anything that wasn't rightfully mine, but I made damn sure to get everything that was. I glanced at Zachary beside me, he looked completely broken. Anxious. Defeated. Nothing like the confident man I'd married. "Ella, is this really it for us? No second chances?" "That's right. We're done." I studied his face, remembering how nervous he'd been when he first asked me out all those years ago. But I wasn't that starry-eyed girl anymore. A cracked mirror can never reflect a perfect image again. Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page.

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.

I wasn't wrong at all. “Broken all the pieces I’ve been shaping lately Focused on the things that didn't make no sense Guess that growing up was never meant to be easy Yeah, I got used to doing everything sideways Didn't really care about how anyone felt Hiding my emotions down in different ashtrays Oh, but what is lost ain't gone No, you can't just let go 'Cause it's a part of you that will make you strong Embrace your flaws "

"We don't need a new one, besides you were never a babysitter to us. " ************ So that's it, its somehow short because I wanted to update fast and all Hope you enjoy it Please vote and comment😘😘😘😘😘❤

I rested my head against the window, watching buildings slide past one after another. Then, almost without thinking, I glanced at the road ahead. My stomach dropped. We were heading toward my old neighborhood. Of course we were. That was the only address King knew. I hadn't told him we'd moved. King hummed softly along with the music. "You okay?" "Hm?" "You've been quiet." He noted. "I'm just tired." I said to him. "I'd be tired too after today." "...King." I forced a weak smile. "Yeah?"

Focused back on the road stretched endlessly ahead of us. The air inside the car felt suffocating even with the window open. "I really hate you, boss, for the first time…" I exhaled sharply—the breath ragged at the edges. "For the first time I really feel like bashing at him. Calling him and cursing him out." A few seconds passed. Or minutes. I didn't know anymore. Time felt strange in moments like this. Broken. Just like him. "I don't want to go back to his home tonight...", His voice came out hoarse. Rough. Like it had been dragged over broken glass. Like even the act of forming those words had cost him something.