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They cover my body,
In perfect little lines.
But they remind me everyday,
Of battles won, and fought.
I used to hate them,
Feel sick at the sight of my skin.
But now i have learned to love them,
As the saved me from the greatest sin.
So i'm writing this to you,
To say it DOES get better.
The feeling that you can't go on?
It doesn't last forever.
In perfect little lines.
But they remind me everyday,
Of battles won, and fought.
I used to hate them,
Feel sick at the sight of my skin.
But now i have learned to love them,
As the saved me from the greatest sin.
So i'm writing this to you,
To say it DOES get better.
The feeling that you can't go on?
It doesn't last forever.
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Insanity.
Running up and down the halls,
Never looking back but never looking forward.
Screaming, crawling, clawing,
The worst case they have seen yet.
The voices in my head,
The writing on the wall.
It's enough to make you scream,
It's enough to make you weep.
Crawling on the walls,
Scribbling blood on the floor.
Spelling out the voices in your head,
Insane, you're all Insane.
Come and join this fun filled house,
We welcome you and your guests.
The sane are not welcome,
But the insane, well....you're already dead.
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Self Hate
Cuts along my ribs
Because I hate mirrors.
Blood down my side
Because I'm fat
I can't eat
If I do then,
I'm a failure.
If I do then,
I feel sick.
I've thought my body
Into rejecting food
I want to be skinny
Life is handing me reasons
Dressed nice on a silver platter
No money for food at my house
New meds that take my hunger away
I can stop eating again
Without being noticed
Last time I dropped 35lbs in 2 weeks
I'm going for more this time
I hate myself
Want to hurt all the time
I want to punish myself for breathing
Self confidence is fake
It's been undermined by doubt
I'll over-exercise
Till I can't breathe
Dig a bl
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Tell Death Do We Part
They say tell death do we part
But if we love this much, are we not already dead
For if we love so much
We have no room for nothing else
Just as death leaves no room for happiness, for sadness, for anything
All that is left is the empty void from beyond
Death and the heart go hand in hand down a dirty cobbled road street that is your life
One exist on the path
On exist off
Yet the still walk hand in hand
You may ask why they do this
They have the same destination
The end of your life
The end of your rational thought
The fear of loss
The fear of the ending
All these things they have in common
This is why death holds your heart
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It does. However hopeless it may seem, it does, i promise. There have been many times ive thought it couldn't, it wouldn't, but it does, just hold on to whatever hope you have, however small, that small peie of hope inside you, deep down and fading.
Fan the flames, watch them grow, and they may save your soul.
Fan the flames, watch them grow, and they may save your soul.
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Amazingly beautful!