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Push back,
and don't ever pull forward.
Memories are ment for past,
not for presence.
Anger, and happiness,
Just don't get along.
So I'm sorry but it's done,
It's over,
I'm gone.
Take your shirt,
and your old ruggy hat.
Give it to the bitch,
that you've screwed me over with.
I don't care anymore,
she can such your dick for all I care.
Go away and never come back,
don't look,
and don't listen.
You've lost me again,
look,
I'm gone.
and don't ever pull forward.
Memories are ment for past,
not for presence.
Anger, and happiness,
Just don't get along.
So I'm sorry but it's done,
It's over,
I'm gone.
Take your shirt,
and your old ruggy hat.
Give it to the bitch,
that you've screwed me over with.
I don't care anymore,
she can such your dick for all I care.
Go away and never come back,
don't look,
and don't listen.
You've lost me again,
look,
I'm gone.
Literature
Cut
Cutting,
Splicing.
Wrists,
Twist.
I cut my self,
To keep my heart on its proper shelf
If I do this,
Nothing goes amiss.
I keep things inside,
Long ago the love inside me died.
My emotions shown are few.
I will pay my dues.
Make everyone think I'm fine.
Make them feel I'm fine.
I watch the blood flow from my veins.
I stay locked away,
In my cell, in my chains.
All I see is darkness, I know no day.
I shed no tears,
I show no fears.
I've done this for years.
I am an actress.
Showing no distress.
My life is a stage,
The spotlight, tis a deathly cage.
I don't let them see
I'm a mess.
I show them what they wan
Literature
Cutting
Criss-cross, Cut and Slash
Blood drips falling, Splash, Splash
Wounds heal but scars remain
Errors of Past is their Domain
Jigged and Jagged some Wounds don't Heal
It takes nightmares and makes them Real
These scars will never disappear
People that shed too many Tears
Ricketty, Ricketty your mind goes numb
Stupidity is always dumb
Never fun at other's Expense
Never fun when there is Pain you can't Sense
Slash and Jagged all Ricketty when will it end
Nothing is good if you're Dead in the End.
Literature
cuts
"cuts.
are my obession.
the action is my addiction.
the blood is my acidic poison.
the reason is my selfish excuse.
the penknife is my abusive weapon of mass destrution.
my arm is my war field.
just as it is my canvas for bloody designs.
the redness is my unspoken anger.
the red glow is my gleaming guilt.
the tears is the bitter after-taste.
the wound is my stinging pain.
sometimes too numb to feel.
broken skin that reflects a broken heart.
a millon or more pieces of me.
suddenly as if i could break free.
yet be weighed down by the gravity of my physical sin.
cuts.
i breathe deeply whilst choing to death.
cuts.
i fly whi
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That seems out of your style, but at least you're getting the anger out of your system. you're not letting it fester. hope things aren't always like this.
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