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A broken heart
finds it can't
feel again
after being
hurt
time after time
again.
A broken heart
finds it can't
trust again
after being
used
time after time
again.
A shattered heart
is like
pieces of glass
that have been
thrown away
because it's worthless
and it means
nothing.
A shattered heart
is like
pieces of ice
that have been
frozen and chipped at
because it's meaningless
and it can't
defend itself.
A scared little girl
is afraid she can't
feel
and he must
teach her
over and over
again
how to
love.
A scared little girl
is afraid she can't
love
and he has to
help her heart
over and over
again
to
heal.
finds it can't
feel again
after being
hurt
time after time
again.
A broken heart
finds it can't
trust again
after being
used
time after time
again.
A shattered heart
is like
pieces of glass
that have been
thrown away
because it's worthless
and it means
nothing.
A shattered heart
is like
pieces of ice
that have been
frozen and chipped at
because it's meaningless
and it can't
defend itself.
A scared little girl
is afraid she can't
feel
and he must
teach her
over and over
again
how to
love.
A scared little girl
is afraid she can't
love
and he has to
help her heart
over and over
again
to
heal.
Literature
I Don't Know
I don't know
Why I'm still here
I don't know
Why I made it trough
I don't wonder
Because I know it's luck
I don't wonder
Because in the end it could have been me
But when this song plays
I know, that I want to stay
For a small hope, even if it's in vain
That's all I need, to smile
Even at the darkest times
Literature
Please
Please, somebody notice i'm drowning in a ocean of my own emotion
Please, somebody notice the silence swallowing me up once more
Please, somebody notice, i hate myself with all my heart
Why won't anybody see that i am slowly dissolving away
It doesn't matter
I'm not worth saving
I am a failure through and through
I am so tired of hating myself
I am so tired of nobody seeing what is happening to me
My only friend is the razor that bites into my skin
Maybe next time i'll cut deeper
Maybe next time, i won't survive
So much blood everywhere
Paint the walls with it
Everybody look at my art
Isn't it beautiful
I need more paint, more
Literature
ready or not
she was the red head with
secrets buried in her dirt brown
eyes. the girl that everyone
seemed to flock too, but could
never love. she bled ink into
coffee stained paper, her heart
showing it's true colors there.
she needed an escape from the
world, but she was always terrible
at hide n' seek.
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