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Despair is closing in around me
And sinking deep into my skin
Seeping into my fragile bones
And expanding once it’s in
It fractures them and rips me apart
Fears bursting out through my eyes
I scream as my lungs give up,
Silencing my cries
Still moving my mouth silently
Longing some relief.
Grasping at my hollow chest,
It seems as if by a thief
When I reach inside, And I hear my skin tear
I realize with horror
That my heart’s no longer there.
And sinking deep into my skin
Seeping into my fragile bones
And expanding once it’s in
It fractures them and rips me apart
Fears bursting out through my eyes
I scream as my lungs give up,
Silencing my cries
Still moving my mouth silently
Longing some relief.
Grasping at my hollow chest,
It seems as if by a thief
When I reach inside, And I hear my skin tear
I realize with horror
That my heart’s no longer there.
Literature
A Letter of Understanding
Dear Heart,
Let us come to an understanding.
Welcome to your wake up call.
You are a fool. I'm sorry, but it is true.
Life isn't a fairy tale.
You knew this, always.
There is no such thing as happy endings.
The frog you wanted to kissed… he'd still be a frog.
And that prince?
He was perfect- sweet, smooth talking, a dream come true.
Until you found out he was only charming; not sincere.
Sitting on the steps as the dawn falls around you, waiting for him like in the movies?
Honey, he's already moving on. Those tail lights you see driving away in your mind's eye?
Yeah, they're his.
Never trust love; never think for a minute it's true.
Literature
Sad Love.
It is sad
When love doesn't survive
Except in memories and missed opportunities.
Or when it is looked down upon
Just because it is different.
Or when it is given up
In favor of familiarity.
Literature
warmer and warmer
the drapes
greet me
an unpleasant
morning.
the sink
drip
drip
drips
again
& the tiles
are colder barefoot.
there is a pile of
newspapers on the
marble counter
& dead quiet
in the air-
until steam
billows from
the coffee mug.
sunlight
beams in the room
like a visitor
& breakfast
comes in with
a sweet smile.
it was 6:30 when
i was alone,
but 7:00
arrived
like a neighbor
& i am happy.
i have myself,
oversized t-shirt
& messy hair
& the warm
comfort of my
own skin.
i was alone.
i'm not anymore.
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I am going through some similar feelings at the moment. I'm sorry for your struggles