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After a while you just stop caring.
You stop looking for sunlight.
Or moonlight.
Or any light.
You stop wanting the pain to end.
You let it cradle you instead,
in the darkness,
in the cold.
Just when you start to think it's okay
to hope or to love or to care again,
you realize it's not.
It will never be.
Some days you forget that you ever got hurt.
Some days you can keep going like you're okay.
Like you're indestructible.
Like you're invincible.
But in the end you remember
It's all just a farce;
a way to pretend
that you still want to live.
You stop looking for sunlight.
Or moonlight.
Or any light.
You stop wanting the pain to end.
You let it cradle you instead,
in the darkness,
in the cold.
Just when you start to think it's okay
to hope or to love or to care again,
you realize it's not.
It will never be.
Some days you forget that you ever got hurt.
Some days you can keep going like you're okay.
Like you're indestructible.
Like you're invincible.
But in the end you remember
It's all just a farce;
a way to pretend
that you still want to live.
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Don't We Die Young Anyway?~ A Free Verse Poem
Yeah I'm an artist...
Maybe thats why,
I cry so much,
Maybe thats why,
I don't want,
To breathe so much,
But thats okay,
Cause don't we die young?
Maybe that'll make it easier,
To take myself away...
Maybe it'll make it easier,
To fill my lungs with paint,
Instead of air
Maybe it'll make it,
That much harder to,
Erase my existence,
From this universe,
Cause paint stains are,
Very hard to remove
And glitter is,
Very hard to clean
And lipstick marks are,
Very hard to forget...
So I'll take it all in,
The paint,
And the glitter,
And the lipstick
And it'll be okay,
Cause don't we die young...
Anyway?
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Sorry, I'm not a good poet
Tell the birds
I have no wings
To fly around the sky
But I have dreams
To fantasize my world
Tell the sun
I have no light
To shine the world
But I make poetry
To brighten their mind
Tell my family
I am not what they're expected
Cause I am what I am
But I have love
To create the happiness for them
Don't tell about me to my God
Let me confess my sins to Him
I have to repent
Before I sleep forever in darkness.
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Am I Good Enough...?
Legs crossed on a cold basement floor,
Blood stains painting my flesh,
The wounds deeper than ever before,
A white gown now a short black dress.
Long tangled hair clinging to my tears
Wind howling through the trees,
Moonlight painting a sky so clear,
And darling, I'm going to be set free.
My fingers scratch at the blood on my skin,
A delightful pain at the thought of a touch,
And hey, everyone who said I wasn't worth it,
Tell me,
Now am I good enough?
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beautiful...