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I'm throwing away my razorblade
No more self-inflicted pain
I'm done hiding behind a smile
Telling everyone I'm fine
I'm showing the world my wrists
Covered with unsightly scars and slits
I'm done hiding what I've done
Wearing jackets in the blistering sun
I'm letting my barrier down
No more trying to force myself to drown
I'm done with these suicidal thoughts
I want them to leave, I want them to rot
I'm throwing away my razorblade
And I really mean it this time
No more self-inflicted pain
I'm done hiding behind a smile
Telling everyone I'm fine
I'm showing the world my wrists
Covered with unsightly scars and slits
I'm done hiding what I've done
Wearing jackets in the blistering sun
I'm letting my barrier down
No more trying to force myself to drown
I'm done with these suicidal thoughts
I want them to leave, I want them to rot
I'm throwing away my razorblade
And I really mean it this time
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It doesn't matter who has made you
It doesn't matter where you are
You could be born in China
Or nay other place, near or far.
It only matters what you do
And how you play the game
Of life itself, no easy task
To get to wealth and fame
Or perhaps you want a simpler life
Which is quite alright
But for both you must always work
Be it rain, snow, day or night.
We are only what we make ourselves
So let's get this straight right now
Don't listen to what others say
At the end be sure you can say...
Wow...
Care not for servants. traitors, sycophants and liars
Nor for life's many pits, trips, potholes and briars.
Focus on your chosen path and stick t
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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The midnight falls upon
The city, like a blanket
Of black & blue.
And to lift this strangeness
And coldness, I think quietly
Of you.
The warmer days of your smile,
The breath's ocean currents,
The kisses that came as
Fires, so lovely and strange
& sudden!
The nights of the stormy
Planets, when the atmosphere
Felt dense as an oven's,
Because we were together,
Flaming, foolishly loving!
And now we're physically
Separated, and maybe it is right,
But I still think of you
When the blanket, falls
In the form of the midnight.
(4/04/2015).
Y. Syskov.
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I like this a lot. You may not believe in prayer, but do you mind if I pray that you will keep up the strength to be strong in your fight?