ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Standing
Tip toes at the edge
Staring
The steep drop looms
calling you close
to its' soothing forgiveness
Alone
heart, completely broken
Crying
The last barrier
Keeping you alive
has left you in endless pain
Leaning
Hoping for his call
Leaping
Waiting for the cold
for the water to coat you
then nothing, but darkness.
Tip toes at the edge
Staring
The steep drop looms
calling you close
to its' soothing forgiveness
Alone
heart, completely broken
Crying
The last barrier
Keeping you alive
has left you in endless pain
Leaning
Hoping for his call
Leaping
Waiting for the cold
for the water to coat you
then nothing, but darkness.
Literature
back then,
i was a wildflower girl,
(battle the mountain,
savor the rain.)
but
2 am, this is when i miss you most, because
i,
i am not atlas,
i cannot carry the world
on my shoulders,
in the darkness,
in my shadows,
alone
so i will just tell myself
over
and over
and over
to hang onto
hope, because i have nothing left anymore, not even
the boy who tasted my name
like sucre on his lips, not even
the boy who knew
every inch of me
in the moonlight,
Literature
Who I Am, What I Feel
Do you ever get the feeling,
Of existentialism?
I do,
And it's driven me insane since 2006.
Yes, I get nervous.
Yes, I get nostalgic.
Yes, I get scared.
No, I have not felt that surreal, genuine thing yet.
Not what you thought,
Much different.
Don't feel sorry,
Come over and help me. Unlike the others I told.
Unless you've been through what I've been in,
Don't you dare call me selfish,
Don't you dare make me feel ashamed.
You have no business with me.
Don't tell me,
You got it worse than me.
I'm sorry bout' that but,
I need help now.
I can't speak to them,
I get a little bit nervous but I will crumble in humility.
I can't go out,
It's t
Literature
Lost for words
I used to be able to take a group of ugly words, and turn them into a beauty.
I used to be able to have the words tell a story.
Now I’m at a loss for words, wishing I could bring back the inspiration I had before.
I know if I force it out, my words will become lies.
Un-relatable, and confusing.
Despite my efforts to change this.
It’ll remain the same.
Till I find my inspiration again.
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
I nearly lost everything I live for today.
© 2013 - 2024 AOnceSuicidalPoet
Comments8
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Wow, how sad and yet how beautiful. To bring such beauty from the depths of your sorrow. I applaud you.