A First Time For Everything
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InuYasha › Het - Male/Female › Sesshōmaru/Rin
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
19,022
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Heavily Broken
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own anything, don't make money off of this. I might have gone crazy, but at least I know that this disclaimer is true... sigh
Heavily Broken -- The Veronicas
You put one foot in front of the other, one small step at a time, just one for the moment and it makes it easier. If I can take one small step at a time I can take one breath, and with that one breath I’ll live for one more moment and it’ll be okay. One thing at a time I tell myself, just one and I can make it through another day. I don’t need happy thoughts, I don’t need bad ones, all I need is one; Just one. The simple thought brings a bitter smile to the reflection staring back at me and I can see that what I feel on the inside is what is on the outside--misery.
I feel dead inside, my soul, if I really have one, having packed up and left me completely empty. Who needed one anyway? I’m sure that there were creatures that didn’t have souls and continued to live and stay alive, ignoring the idea of comparing myself to a zombie. Honestly it was what I had become in the end, a mindless zombie. I could truthfully say though that I didn’t care for raw meat (animals or human), I didn’t go around crying for brains and attacking unsuspecting pedestrians, but I might as well have.
I’d become a shell of the woman I once had been not even three years before. I used to smile back then, smile like it was going out style and if I stopped my face would get stuck looking less than chipper. I can’t smile now, even if I try it looks as though I’m in unbearable pain and I can say that I am. If I was to be attached to a fun meter I’m sure the machine would break from lack of happiness, I’m not happy anymore and I doubt practically anything could ever bring me back to that place.
Naïve, stupid, childish-- they are words that I now identify myself as being. They represent what I used to believe in, the light on the other side of the road that was always lit, even if barely and like a candle in the rain, it had been extinguished like it never existed. If there was a time to cry out my pain, now would definitely be it, but like my happiness, my tears had too been stolen from me. There was only so long I could will the tears to fall from my eyes, slip from my lashes and never stop, but the moisture had and I was empty in another way as well.
I am dead-set on hating myself for today and all the yesterdays long since past, but hopefully tomorrow it could be better, though doubtful. All I have to keep telling myself is one. Take it one day at a time, step by cautious step and maybe this broken feeling will begin to subside. Just concentrate on just a three letter word, this ‘one’ and maybe, I could be strong enough to move on.
E/N: More randomness.
Heavily Broken -- The Veronicas
You put one foot in front of the other, one small step at a time, just one for the moment and it makes it easier. If I can take one small step at a time I can take one breath, and with that one breath I’ll live for one more moment and it’ll be okay. One thing at a time I tell myself, just one and I can make it through another day. I don’t need happy thoughts, I don’t need bad ones, all I need is one; Just one. The simple thought brings a bitter smile to the reflection staring back at me and I can see that what I feel on the inside is what is on the outside--misery.
I feel dead inside, my soul, if I really have one, having packed up and left me completely empty. Who needed one anyway? I’m sure that there were creatures that didn’t have souls and continued to live and stay alive, ignoring the idea of comparing myself to a zombie. Honestly it was what I had become in the end, a mindless zombie. I could truthfully say though that I didn’t care for raw meat (animals or human), I didn’t go around crying for brains and attacking unsuspecting pedestrians, but I might as well have.
I’d become a shell of the woman I once had been not even three years before. I used to smile back then, smile like it was going out style and if I stopped my face would get stuck looking less than chipper. I can’t smile now, even if I try it looks as though I’m in unbearable pain and I can say that I am. If I was to be attached to a fun meter I’m sure the machine would break from lack of happiness, I’m not happy anymore and I doubt practically anything could ever bring me back to that place.
Naïve, stupid, childish-- they are words that I now identify myself as being. They represent what I used to believe in, the light on the other side of the road that was always lit, even if barely and like a candle in the rain, it had been extinguished like it never existed. If there was a time to cry out my pain, now would definitely be it, but like my happiness, my tears had too been stolen from me. There was only so long I could will the tears to fall from my eyes, slip from my lashes and never stop, but the moisture had and I was empty in another way as well.
I am dead-set on hating myself for today and all the yesterdays long since past, but hopefully tomorrow it could be better, though doubtful. All I have to keep telling myself is one. Take it one day at a time, step by cautious step and maybe this broken feeling will begin to subside. Just concentrate on just a three letter word, this ‘one’ and maybe, I could be strong enough to move on.
E/N: More randomness.