ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Kick me when I'm down
It's what you do best
Rip my heart out one more time
I know it leaves you feeling satisfied
Oh how I wish I could bottle tears
And show you what you've done
Breaking my heart, my soul, my being
I bet you wouldn't feel so brave then
I sometimes wonder if you look back
And say 'Wow...I really miss her.'
It's a nice passing thought
But that's probably all it'll ever be
Do you sleep well at night
With a sinister smile
While I toss and turn
And cry my heart out?
You're probably still too proud to beg
Believing you're always right
I hope you get knocked off that high horse
Someday very soon
It's what you do best
Rip my heart out one more time
I know it leaves you feeling satisfied
Oh how I wish I could bottle tears
And show you what you've done
Breaking my heart, my soul, my being
I bet you wouldn't feel so brave then
I sometimes wonder if you look back
And say 'Wow...I really miss her.'
It's a nice passing thought
But that's probably all it'll ever be
Do you sleep well at night
With a sinister smile
While I toss and turn
And cry my heart out?
You're probably still too proud to beg
Believing you're always right
I hope you get knocked off that high horse
Someday very soon
Literature
Its your body, your life
The body you're in,
is just a base for you to add to.
You can do what you want to it,
it's your life.
If being a girl just isn't your cup of tea,
be a boy.
If being a boy just sucks,
be a girl.
don't let someone say no,
it's your body, not theirs.
If you want crazy colored hair,
dye it, don't let people stop you.
If you like someone of the same sex,
don't hide.
If someone doesn't like it,
they can suck it.
If you want tattoos, piercings, or plastic surgery,
don't ask for approval, just do it.
It's your body,
you can change it,
you can play with it,
you can make it better, make it worse,
make it male, female, or appear a
Literature
I am me
You know that thing?
The one that engulfs your being?
That raises your spirits?
That makes you feel like you're something special?
Is yours a person?
An animal?
An object?
No matter what, it still makes you feel important, right?
Wrong.
Imagine that thing being taken away from you.
Ripped away.
Stolen by someone else.
It destroys some people.
Lifts others.
But for one, it drove her mad.
She lost it.
Went insane.
But still managed to calculate how to escape her asylum.
They called her a murderer.
It wasn't her.
That man in the window, watching every move they make.
He did it.
He took away her Life.
Her Intent.
Her
Literature
My Secret
I have friends whom I hold dear.
They comfort me and I comfort them.
It's a shame, however, how they don't know.
They have no idea who I really am.
I'm sorry.
That's all I can say.
I know you never wanted
For me to be this way.
I want to tell you.
I want you to really hear.
But it keeps me from talking.
It is your own fear.
I try to put myself in your shoes,
But, there is no rationality.
I know I must live with this.
It's my own heartbreaking reality.
I eat, I laugh, I play, I cry.
Sometimes, I wish I could be like you.
But, you will always keep a little distance,
Because I want to be me, too.
I'll tell you anything else.
Suggested Collections
well, are you?
this is for a few people. it's not that good. But it's something.
this is for a few people. it's not that good. But it's something.
© 2011 - 2024 hushed-lullabies
Comments18
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
i like it alot-i can experience your feelings thrue your words