Dave Strider x Reader-A Genuine Smile by QuinntheConqueror, literature
Literature
Dave Strider x Reader-A Genuine Smile
You knocked on the door of the top apartment, waiting for your friend to get to it. Dave had pestered you and said he had something to show you, so you had come over as fast as you could.
"Coming!" Your heart fluttered at the sound of his voice. You had told yourself you would never fall for someone like him, but here you were, love-struck over a Strider.
He opened the door, shades on as usual.
"Hey, _____." He pulled you over to his turntables and sat you in a chair.
"So, you wanna hear some new mixes I made?" He asked.
"Yeah, but couldn't you have just sent them to me?"
"Well, I wanted to see y-never mind." He said.
"Oh, okay then. Can
No More Scars- JohnXReader by aablanton, literature
Literature
No More Scars- JohnXReader
Hey, this fanfiction will make way more sense if you read the prologue: aablanton.deviantart.com/art/N…
I really hope you like it; leave a comment if you do! Or even if you don't.
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There in front of you grasping your wrist, stood HIM. John. The derpy, bucktoothed, prankster boy that had stolen your heart.
“Oh uh, hey John, I was just leaving, I need to get going I’ve got some stuff to do and I’m in a real big hurry so… can you let go of my arm?” You jumbled the words out, in a hurry to get away from John’
You don't know what's missing
You don't know what you're looking for
You can't find a way out of the grief
This cycle called depression
Your wrists are stained red
Your mind is stained black
Your heart is deteriating
Into the black hole of nothingness
That has formed inside of you
There is nothing that can cure it
There is nothing
That will ever be able to tear the pain out
Nothing will save you
Nothing will love you
Nothing will kill you
And end this eternal pain that you're going through
Nothing will save you
This cycle called depression
Your wrists are stained red
Your mind is stained black
Your heart is deter
It takes over your mind
Kills your happiness
Puts you in a nothingness void
Full of pain and sorrow
It kicks you down
Hard to the ground
Gives you thoughts
That you never would of thought
Brings back memories
That you never wanted to remember
Makes you cry
Even though joy was all around
Keeps you up at night
In a numb state
Where all you feel is sadness
You feel dead
And you do something to make sure your alive
Even though you never thought you'd do something like that
Everything is wrong
Nothing can be right
You lose you hold on happiness
Once you think you're holding it tight
You watch it float away
Into to that wa
Days in class seem pointless,
Hours go by without notice,
A void of saddness creeps in,
Our world as we know it seems to spin,
To many questions no answers found,
Can't stare strait must look to the ground,
A dark cloud hovers over my soul,
Not letting me free, not letting me go,
Holding me in heavy metal chains,
Keeping me in, keeping me restrained,
Depression attacks my once flourishing heart,
Turns it cold, rips it apart.
Thoughts run through your mind
'I'm a failure, I'm worthless'
Feel like you're being left beind
Invisible to everyone
Your world is just so bleak
You believe words they say
'You're pathetic, unwanted'
You must be that way
Got no one to turn to
Your 'friends' have all gone
They didn't have a clue
Couldn't understand
You slit your wrists, want to die
Through your veins runs despair
Ashamed, it's all your fault
To you life isn't fair
Sat in a corner, tears in your eyes
There's no hep, you're on your own
Force a smile so they don't realise
You just can't cope anymore
That's not true, there's someone there
To help you out, hel
Depression is an ocean,
unpredictable and unwavering.
Its depths are deep.
Its Highs are shallow.
Depression is the sky,
amazing and determined.
Its depths reach our soul.
Its highs touch the heavens.
Depression is the sun,
Mysterious and huge.
Its depths are unimaginable.
Its Highs wish to swallow the earth.
Depression is...me...is it you?
I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak