StarkaTheBroken

Not anyone's first I wasn't yours You'd rather other men for love and affection I wasn't yours You'd rather the cold and empty loneliness, locked up in your room For days on end I'm not yours You're too hard, don't love anyone else, but yourself I'm not yours Your dad is too important, family comes first I'm not yours You love your boyfriend more than anybody else You live in your own family now... I'm not number 1 to anyone Never was, never will be ...I just wish I was important...

Trapped in a room Tornado ripping through the contents, swirling about There are no doors No windows No sunlight Just me Trapped

What's the point in holding on? Life is hell Heartbreak after heartbreak I've felt all different kinds of pain Suffered all different kinds of loss Misunderstood, am I Walking on a tightrope Day after day Night after night It's not worth it I only try to do good Be nice What's the problem? I am, I guess I'm just going to leave..

These secrets keep me hiding in the dark These secrets keep me squirming in pain These secrets keep me wishing someone knew Wishing they would save me These secrets are slowly eating away at me

Time stands still when I'm alone The silence is deafening The voices, screaming Taunting My heart, hammering Palms sweating Time stands still when I'm alone Desperately wanting to get out of my own head Fearing it and all it's capable of Wishing someone was here So their soft, calm heartbeat would lull me to sleep The blackness is too much It's burden too heavy. Times stands still when I'm alone and alone, I shall forever be

Just keep hitting me Pushing me further into the ground with each blow you take I'm a person Worth listening to I mean something... I hope? I need to feel like I'm worth it To someone, anyone I'm screaming Trying to make you see But you keep delivering blows Countless blows My face is bruised My heart is bleeding Why won't anyone listen to me?

I don't see the appeal In being with me Up and down Around and around Is all you're getting into What's the appeal? In being with me You're better off With someone who is stable Someone who is worth it I don't see the appeal In being with me

I don't want to leave I don't want you to leave I'm frightened Of being alone And I'm scared Of this feeling This feeling I can't control I can't be alone For a minute Without panicking. Attacks I want to love you, for you I want to be normal To be able to see you, and then be able to be away from you I feel so alone

It's hard to get to know someone And have them see the real you They may not like it They may despise it They may discard you Like you're some broken glass, tossed out into the trash It's hard when they're mad at you Or disgusted by you It's hard knowing that you're never going to be good enough for anyone Because of your plagues It's hard knowing that you try so fucking hard To repress it To help them instead To love them instead Of loving your disease

I feel like my day is really my night I feel like I'm running towards something that is out of my sight I feel like what I'm fighting for, isn't worth it, at all I feel like I'm making an unnecessary call I feel like this isn't what I thought it was Trying to see the good in it all, trying to find the cause Maybe this isn't what I wished it would be I hope there's someway you could see

Apples Female Reader x Natasha Romanoff (Y/N) rolled her shoulders as she walked into the kitchen in Avenger's Tower. Her bangs were wet and sticking to her forehead from sweat and her muscles ached slightly from her training exercises. Grabbing an apple from the counter she ignored Clint's questioning and swung herself up onto the counter. Leaning against the cabinets (Y/N) took a bite of the apple and revelled in the sweet juice that dribbled down her chin. She was so enthralled in the apple that she didn't notice Natasha come up beside her. "What a mess," Natasha drawled reaching up to grab (Y/N)'s chin and lick the trail of juice that

(y/n) has logged on. (y/n) has started a chatroom. Tony has logged on. Steve has logged on. Bruce has logged on. Thor has logged on. Natasha has logged on. Clint has logged on. Loki has logged on. Tony: Ugh this meeting is so boring! (y/n): Oh my gosh I know :( Steve: Really? We should be paying attention instead of texting under the table. Tony: I'm a rebel. Bruce: *facepalm* Thor: I do not understand. What does 'facepalm' mean? Clint: *facepalm* (y/n): *facepalm* Thor: I am being serious. Tony: *facepalm* Thor: WOULD YOU STOP IT ALREADY Loki: LOL :D (y/n): You think that's funny Loki? Wait till I tell him this... Thor:

(Admin.) Tony Has created the chat room 'ERVERNGERS' (User) Steve has joined (User) Natasha has joined (Admin.) Tony: BOOOOOOOOOoooooooooo Steve: ...? Natasha: What (Admin.) Tony: I start a chat room nd the first person to join is the old man Steve: And straight away he insults me. (Admin.) Tony: and* Steve: Then he wonders why I've stopped attempting to have a civil conversation with him. (Admin.) Tony: that's cuz ur boring and they pulled ur ass outta the snow from years ago Natasha: and that gets him insulted because?? (Admin.) Tony: hes old (Admin.) Tony: that warrants teasing (Admin.) Tony: god pay attention black widow ur losing ur c

Secrets Request for Rachel Wolfe A/N: This reader is a girl. The storyline kinda has to have a girl reader, and it’s easier for me to write. Secrets are hard, whether it’s a deep and personal secret, the kind that you don’t want anyone to ever know, or a unique secret, the kind that you desperately want to get off your chest but can’t for fear of a bad reaction. Secrets about one’s sexual orientation can be the most difficult to assess and deal with. After deciding that one is homosexual or bisexual, or anything in-between, one may confidently inform their friends and family of their discovery, or shyly hide