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regrets? i've had a few
but who hasnt? it's nothing new
i havent revolutionized the way we look into our past
at all of these moments that seem to forever last
forever; such a concept. a single word that has such meaning
but it is just a word that keeps us dreaming
for that one true moment and one true feeling
that doesnt exsist, but we keep believing
because if we didnt believe and just gave in
what would happen to the system of lies we live in?
a collapse; anarchy. the world would fall apart.
and maybe it would be better that way
for the one with the broken heart
but who hasnt? it's nothing new
i havent revolutionized the way we look into our past
at all of these moments that seem to forever last
forever; such a concept. a single word that has such meaning
but it is just a word that keeps us dreaming
for that one true moment and one true feeling
that doesnt exsist, but we keep believing
because if we didnt believe and just gave in
what would happen to the system of lies we live in?
a collapse; anarchy. the world would fall apart.
and maybe it would be better that way
for the one with the broken heart
Literature
emo
No one knows till they taste it
No one cares till they lose it
No one bleeds till they live it
No one wants to admit it
No one can be without it
No one truly lives till they feel it
Literature
Emo
So what if I'm emo?
So what if I cry?
I'm not THAT emotional,
I dont want to die.
So what if I dress in a different style?
There's no need to scream and run for a mile
I dont like to cut and abuse my arm,
I am not depressed,
so why cause self harm?
Could it be that I am just like you?
That I can smile, giggle and laugh along too?
Could it be that I am happy with myself?
It's just that I am not some pretty doll on the shelf.
Could it be that the only reason i dye my hair black;
Is because I dont want to be some barbie in a bimbo girl pack.
These are the reasons, and I'll tell you why,
that I dont look in the mirror and start to
Literature
Emo....
Arms fold
Head bows
Legs curl
Tears flow
How can someone understand
what it means to be
alone?
One
person, one
girl.
Alone, in
a grasping darkness called
life.
She sits in her corner,
tears blurring
the world created
for her
by others.
Unloved, unexperienced,
naked, naive.
Innocent.
Death seems her only path,
her only
escape.
An easy way
out,
from the pain,
from the fear.
Redemption in a
blade.
Silver flashes
Crimson runs
Flesh whitens
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Hey, I honestly don't find much poetry work that I like on DeviantArt, but your poem is real and it makes you think. Nice job.