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Stare as I speak,
Watching me die.
Spirit of myself
Must learn how to fly.
A ticket to nowhere
The middle of the street.
Stay with me once
So you know how it feels.
And I don't pretend
Like any other will.
I'd reach out for help,
My hands are on these pills.
Together to fight,
Alone in defense.
I'd give you my eyes
To see colour again.
My door is open.
Dark neighbourhood.
I care what you say
Not that I should.
A succulent moment
To heal elder scars.
I'm beside myself,
They know where we are.
Specialty first,
But fall back behind.
I wish I could say
It's a beautiful mind.
My thoughts are chords
The music is craze.
Sing like a bird
And show me your ways.
Tattoos with stories.
Mermaids and skulls.
I'm deep in the ocean,
Storms always come.
Give me torn wings,
Make me soar the sun.
A bomb under pressure.
I'm not having fun.
A passionate kiss,
Numb on my lips.
So sweetly spoken
To hear I'll be fixed.
Where there's nightmares,
A house odd and worn.
Hide me away.
The eye is so sore.
I touch up my face
Like I didn't cry.
Nothing compares
To what's made up inside.
Parallel perfect.
One must have learned
You get what you give.
It's not what I earned.
They feel the danger,
I feel sorrow.
If I sleep,
What is tomorrow?
Camp in this world.
There is no sky.
I'm seeing colour
In where I reside.
Watching me die.
Spirit of myself
Must learn how to fly.
A ticket to nowhere
The middle of the street.
Stay with me once
So you know how it feels.
And I don't pretend
Like any other will.
I'd reach out for help,
My hands are on these pills.
Together to fight,
Alone in defense.
I'd give you my eyes
To see colour again.
My door is open.
Dark neighbourhood.
I care what you say
Not that I should.
A succulent moment
To heal elder scars.
I'm beside myself,
They know where we are.
Specialty first,
But fall back behind.
I wish I could say
It's a beautiful mind.
My thoughts are chords
The music is craze.
Sing like a bird
And show me your ways.
Tattoos with stories.
Mermaids and skulls.
I'm deep in the ocean,
Storms always come.
Give me torn wings,
Make me soar the sun.
A bomb under pressure.
I'm not having fun.
A passionate kiss,
Numb on my lips.
So sweetly spoken
To hear I'll be fixed.
Where there's nightmares,
A house odd and worn.
Hide me away.
The eye is so sore.
I touch up my face
Like I didn't cry.
Nothing compares
To what's made up inside.
Parallel perfect.
One must have learned
You get what you give.
It's not what I earned.
They feel the danger,
I feel sorrow.
If I sleep,
What is tomorrow?
Camp in this world.
There is no sky.
I'm seeing colour
In where I reside.
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Today
"Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem." I keep saying this over and over in my head...trying to make myself believe the phrase I have been preaching to others . Some days it's easier to believe...but today, a day when nothing is going right, a day when I've felt at my breaking point more times than I can count, days like this happen too often...how much can one person take of this?
Today my thoughts of suicide are high...I don't want to die, but I can't help but wonder what's better... death or my life right now?
"Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem." As I'm writing this and starting to calm down...my se
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Life Sucks...
I hope I fucking die,
Right here, Right now.
I hope your fucking happy.
You little bitch!
Before I said "yes"
You made me promise
Not to cut, Well...
Guess what?
That promise is broken now...
Look what I can do...
...I have 7 scars because of you...
I dont even know why I cry over you....
...I've been hurt by you so many times, yet...
I still fucking love you...I cant get your stupid fucking voice out of my god damn head...
Your stupid face still haunts me...
i just want you gone...gone....gone....
f.o.r.e.v.e.r...
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Im a Little Emo...
I'm a Little Emo...
I'm a little emo,
short and wisp.
Here is my blade,
and here is my wrist.
When i get all depressed,
hear me cry;
"Slit my wrists,
and watch me die!"
24-10-05
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I want to offer a piece dedicated to those dealing with mental illness. This piece is directed to those diagnosed with illnesses and conditions. Some of us know the realities of it, and it's not to be taken for granted or to overlook. I'm hoping this poem lets people know they're not alone.
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An awesome poem...