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I am so sorry.Could you just forget me? I actually want you to this time.
I must be bipolar or have a disorder that makes me this stupid and immature.
All I do is stuff full of nonsense and I want to die.
I push things too far.
I make my friends angry.
I never mean to but it happens.
Then I cry myself to sleep.
I know how much I mess up.
I know that I am being disrespectful.
Or I'm proud for no reason.
I know you think I'm seeking attention even though you don't tell me so.
I am just being me.
Someone who can't do anything right.
I can't breath right, talk right, walk right, think right, act right, do right.
And that's the whole reason why I hate myself.
You tell me other people would be sad if I died it possibly kill themselves too.
Truth is, none of you have the guts or care enough cause all I ever do is get angry at you or make you mad or cry or disappointed..
All I do...
All I do is
Should I really trust him?Some people say I'm ugly. others say I'm cute.
some say I'm perfect. some won't tell the truth.
Then when I confront them, they tell me they don't lie,
they say that I should trust them, to that I ask them why...
They say not to listen, to their stupid lies
The hug me and they sooth me, and make me feel alright
He says not to listen, and let their words get to my head
But then I calmly told him, if that's true, then why should I trust him?
.~*The Light Within*~. Project for school... A dark shadow cast over a village in a small land. A girl stood outside the gates, staring at the riot inside with her soft green eyes.
"Why do they blame me?" hot tears began to stream down her face, "This isn't something I've done!" She turned to her only friend, A beautiful black pelted wolf dragon with a fiery blue main and patterns.
Her eyes, unseen, were replaced with black markings, yet still possessed sadness and pity that burned for the girl and the monstrosity inside the village.
The demonic creature spoke gently through mind with a dry, yet soothingly pleasant voice, "Darling, they know no better than to accuse the being they place as 'odd' among them,"
"But Neschume!" the girl stood crying, sorrowfully staring at Neschume, keeping a soft and emotionless face. "These people are all I have left that is human!" she hid her face in the fur jacket sleeves.
"Echo, you have the company of the wise and well-being the forest wolves provide you," S
''Just in-case I'' Suicide letterJust in case I grab a knife and shove it through my heart....
I love you so much that I get so confused when I try to think about how much I love you. You KNOW I want a future with you, and it's always possible, but there's a chance it wont happen. I never wanted to lose you this way. I hope you realize I never meant to be a jerk to you I never meant anything negative in our relation ship, and especially towards you. I do not joke; I LOVE YOU. Stop blaming yourself for shit. Sure you were the one who wanted to do stuff but I'm the one who didn't try to stop you. If I cared enough I would've. And if I end. Don't you dare blame yourself. DON'T YOU DARE end yourself either. You need to look after Sam. Poor boy needs help with his soul. You were born a medic. You mended my heart, help him mend his.
I love you.
I love you bro. You're so special Imma never forget ya. I hope you realize you have more than me and you just don't understand it. You kn
ICIWICIWI would, if I could,
but I can't.
So I won't.
And if I won't, then I cant,
But I could.
If I would.
This world is confusing.
Scattered like stars,
in the sky,
A wave of confusion,
on our towns.
What's left is just trash.
of some sort.
But it lets us begin again
a new heart.
Let it all die
for time's never ending.
If I tried
but I'm weakened by words.
But I can't,
build it again
even with strengthened soul.
So I won't,
Let. Me. Grow. Old.
One Step CloserTake a breath,
One step closer
Say a word,
one step closer
another step closer..
more steps closer
so much closer
Try to hold on
too much closer
Slow your breathing,
two more steps
Say your last words,
Let go, it's useless
You're already there.
A message to the brokenYou drown yourself
in liquid sorrows,
letting the salty mess
burn your wounds,
and the sadness
to drip in your mouth,
consuming your words
and you say
you deserve the pain,
but I want to dry your face,
and whisper in your ear
how the clouds cry too,
while they hold such beauty,
and so do you.
It's Okay to be ImperfectThe moon
Stand Against SuicideI know the pain is perhaps unbearable,
But darling, please put down the blade.
Release your emotions through tears and smiles,
Rather than dreading these days.
Do it for the little girl, whose mother can’t be there,
Or for the boy whose father drank too much.
For the boy who can’t sit in elementary school,
Because the bruises from Daddy hurt to touch.
For the teenage girl lying face down in her bed,
Thinking, why can’t it all be done?
For the elderly man looking up at the stars,
Counting the days one by one.
Do it for the children who wonder, does it end?
For the ones who feel left on their own.
For the ones who think, maybe it wouldn’t be so hard
If I didn’t feel so left alone.
And finally, do it for one other person,
The person in front of these words.
Because you’ll never know how it gets better
When focusing on pain and hurt.
Live one more day, dear, for them and for you,
And I swear to you, problems will fade.
I know, for right now, it’s p
I Thought I Needed FeminismI thought I needed feminism, when I was a little girl.
And I am very sad to admit, that this wasn't very long ago.
I thought when he held the door open for me, that he was making a big mistake.
That he was being a pompous ass, and he took my strength for a fake.
And when he offered to pay my tab, I still called him an ass.
Because I thought he assumed I was poor, and below middle class.
Or when his hard work earned him a promotion,
yet I did nothing, and the boss' ignorance to promote me, I believed was a sexist notion.
My friend really wanted feminism when she found her ex-dead drunk,
removed his clothes, and without his consent, had a pleasurable fuck.
When her parents bust into the room unexpected that night,
she said he raped her, and he was arrested without so much as a fight.
Perhaps feminism was there when I walked out into the street in pure nudity,
and shouted the my neighbors “You have no right to judge me!”
I didn't care about the children who were standing in th
These Faded KeysOf all the keys I click
As we speak each day,
It's the back arrow
That's faded most
These white letters
Would surely tell you,
I reply to everything -
But the key reading "enter"
Will be the one to explain
Why it still looks new
I want you to know
Just how much I care,
But I don't want to be close
Out of the fear of losing you
But please remember:
I dedicate these words to you,
Sharing them to the world
Rather than clicking away
At the faded key ~
Echoes we are like
in the middle
but not quite
what we truly
Tonight, I finished a roll of toilet paper
that I had started
a month, 8 days,
two hours, and 21 minutes ago.
Its genesis, June 11th,
one of the worst nights of my life,
I took a roll from my small bathroom,
and silently tucked it under my arm.
I couldn't let my girls know.
They couldn't know
I was going to use this as my broom.
They couldn't know
that I swept my shattered heart
under my bed.
And I wept.
My pillow taking my abuse,
my suffocation and my attacks.
My fingers squeezing it for dear life
and my knuckles as I punched it,
imagining it was her.
Then hugging it.
I only cried that hard
when I was about 6.
She was gone.
And so was I.
I cried every night
which would've marked
our 7-month anniversary.
And in the late days of that month,
I lied to myself.
And for that,
I regret every moment.
I wasn't ready.
At least I stopped it,
before we drowned each other
like the last woman.
Two weeks lat
Mist, Snowflakes, Water, and back again.Waiting in a confusing atmosphere
singing a silent song of fate
glancing at the crystal glaciers
of this gigantic, icy cold, place.
Fading into clouds of mist
that hide the secret that is hidden
Floating up into the sky
only to find myself as snowflakes - broken
Finding all the scattered pieces
isn't the hardest part of all,
putting it all back together
is where I actually begin to fall
Once together I only break
this fragile surface is cracked at once
Then finally as midday comes
the pieces become melted by the sun
Woven together in partials of water
I smile over the density of pain
This beautiful feeling only lasts a while
as the ice and fog grow thick again.
Hidden in a cloud of mist
Broken into many snowflakes
Falling as I put myself together
then melted to water
where heat forms me to mist
This, is my never ending cycle.
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