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The world was small that day.
When it went not dark,
but grey..
and we had no remarks.
Trapped from the rain
at the sheltered part.
from the edge of mundane
a small world was ours.
for seconds
or hours
afraid to blink
and miss it all,
we stood among our worlds rise.
and let the silence
dream it's fall..
So if you feel another world,
drop gently with the rain.
trapped in that quiet place,
with they
who feel the same.
Don't speak.
take it in
take it all
you're gonna miss,
when the world
was small.
When it went not dark,
but grey..
and we had no remarks.
Trapped from the rain
at the sheltered part.
from the edge of mundane
a small world was ours.
for seconds
or hours
afraid to blink
and miss it all,
we stood among our worlds rise.
and let the silence
dream it's fall..
So if you feel another world,
drop gently with the rain.
trapped in that quiet place,
with they
who feel the same.
Don't speak.
take it in
take it all
you're gonna miss,
when the world
was small.
Literature
Imaginary Friends
My reflection in the mirror hates me,
and I know because she told me so.
She twists and turns and fogs the glass
bending unnaturally while moving with me
she pinches her skin and leaves blemishing marks
tearing off pieces she deems she does not need.
“Just wait,” she whispers as she bites her lip
“only so much longer and I can be free,”
her lips are bleeding again, but I’m brushing my teeth
“free to hurt and bend and break that wonderful body of yours.”
I can hear the whispers, I can hear her skin tearing.
She reaches up and touches the glass
and it bends under the brushing of skin
I finally speak
Literature
I'm Fine
"Are you okay?"
That's all they say.
And I leave behind
These words in my mind.
I'm broken, I'm dying.
Inside, I'm crying.
There are wounds beneath my skin.
There are trials I face within.
There are things I just can't say.
There are people I must betray.
Beneath a smile, I feel pain.
Behind the sun, there's always a little rain.
And beneath these words I hold in my head...
There's always the thing I say instead.
I leave the truth behind..
So when they say, "are you okay?"
I always say, "I'm fine."
Literature
Depression...
No, depression is not just getting sad.
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Ignorant people.
Just.
Like.
You.
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