Keeping quiet, feigning sleep,
Silent tears drench the sheets.
Nails that drag across the bed,
Soon sink into skin instead.
Scratching, tearing, digging deep,
Trying to ease the pain that seeps
Into heart, soul, muscle, bone,
Not one place thats left alone.
Wracking sobs dont ease the pain,
Feeling hopeless, going insane,
Fighting the urge to draw the knife,
Wont cut too deep and end this life,
Just enough for blood to spill,
Release the pain that soon would kill.
But scars already taint the skin,
That once was such pale perfection.
Fists closed tight, eyes as well,
I certainly have you all fooled, havent I?
Ive carefully painted this mask that I wear
day
after
day
after
day
And you think you know me.
Well youre wrong.
Im not some kind, caring person;
I cant be.
Because all that I see
when I look into that cruel, cold mirror
is a broken girl
whos bleeding
Shes bleeding
and her eyes are sad
and screaming for help
but no ones there to see.
Its a reflection
in a lonely room
So please dont tell me
Im this great person,
When you dont even know me.
Even as that mas
The things you do,
the things you say,
you always take
my breath away.
When Ive been cold
youve held me tight.
I wont forget
That special night.
Even a gesture,
just a smile,
means everything
for awhile.
And then you speak
the kindest things,
and for a moment
my heart sings
But then I hurt,
for Im quite sure,
you dont want me;
You still want her.
But I keep dreaming,
and continue to pray,
that youll choose me
one perfect day.
Id hurt no more,
and feel just bliss,
since you would give me
a sweet kiss.
But since I cant
say how I feel,
I continue to wish
my drea
Filled
with pain and sorrow,
Knowing
itll be there tomorrow.
Cant
get away from it
Wishing life wasnt such shit.
Desperate
to escape from this,
Stuck
in the abyss.
Trying
to hide the pain;
Difficult to maintain.
Repeating
everything is fine,
Just
an untruthful line.
Hoping
that no one will see
Despair thats inside of me.
Still
crying in the night,
Praying
itll be alright.
Possibility
of making it through;
Only thing Im holding onto.
Her heart and soul have been aching,
she feels as though shes slowly breaking
Falling apart, piece by piece,
unable to make the destruction cease.
Many times shes knelt to pray
for happiness to return someday,
but try as hard as she might,
she always seems to lose the fight.
The pain comes back, hard and fast;
She cant bear how long this may last.
She hasnt yet failed to hold on,
though often she wishes she were gone.
And all of this she tries to hide
Spare others by keeping it inside.
But still she hopes that there will be
someone to listen and set her free.
Sometimes youre so nice;
It really seems like you care,
but then you ignore me,
like Im not even there.
You say you miss her dearly
Your old girlfriend
Even though she caused
your relationship to end.
She is not worth it;
You should not cry
over some stupid girl
whod leave such a great guy.
The kindness you give,
you should receive
Cant you stop adoring her,
and start loving me?
I know I am able
to return that kindness to you,
and then you could be happy,
which means youd stop hurting too.
I wonder if youre aware
of my feelings and dismay;
You probably have no idea,
I have feelings for you,
this I have said
But I really just wish
youd get out of my head.
I cant take any more
of the hurt and the pain;
Every time I see you,
it drives me insane.
Even the times when
I just hear your voice,
forgetting you seems
like a very good choice.
But it also seems though
I dont have a clue,
as to how I should go about
getting over you.
I try and I try,
but nothing will work,
which leaves me with pain
that continues to lurk.
You are oblivious
to this pain that you cause;
Perhaps you would see
if you took time to pause.
I wish I could change,
so youd start to care,
b
As I look back upon life with you, I discover the memories have begun to haze. They are blurred and muted, steady pounding rain against a thick glass window. They try to shield my aching soul, prevent the flash of intense pain that seizes my being when I think of you. Growing up, I usually knew I was safe when you acted obnoxiously. You came home, your footsteps echoing downstairs, the cool scent of your aftershave familiar and comforting. However, the fact that you could snap as easily as a brittle twig always hung heavily in the air, ominously. Within a second your furious, booming voice could crush everything and seep through every w
My entire body trembles, a fragile autumn leaf skittering across the ground. Ice cold fear shoots through my veins, but is soothed by the excitement building in my heart. I close my eyes tightly and press my face to your back, allowing the familiar fragrance of soft leather to calm me. Although my arms have grown tired from clutching you so tightly, your hard, muscular torso repeatedly reminds me that I am safe with you. I sense you turning and risk a glance upward. I am rewarded by your comforting smile. You say something to me, but it gets lost in the wind that whips around us, a thunderous clamor even when muffled by my helmet. Your
Keeping quiet, feigning sleep,
Silent tears drench the sheets.
Nails that drag across the bed,
Soon sink into skin instead.
Scratching, tearing, digging deep,
Trying to ease the pain that seeps
Into heart, soul, muscle, bone,
Not one place thats left alone.
Wracking sobs dont ease the pain,
Feeling hopeless, going insane,
Fighting the urge to draw the knife,
Wont cut too deep and end this life,
Just enough for blood to spill,
Release the pain that soon would kill.
But scars already taint the skin,
That once was such pale perfection.
Fists closed tight, eyes as well,
I certainly have you all fooled, havent I?
Ive carefully painted this mask that I wear
day
after
day
after
day
And you think you know me.
Well youre wrong.
Im not some kind, caring person;
I cant be.
Because all that I see
when I look into that cruel, cold mirror
is a broken girl
whos bleeding
Shes bleeding
and her eyes are sad
and screaming for help
but no ones there to see.
Its a reflection
in a lonely room
So please dont tell me
Im this great person,
When you dont even know me.
Even as that mas
The things you do,
the things you say,
you always take
my breath away.
When Ive been cold
youve held me tight.
I wont forget
That special night.
Even a gesture,
just a smile,
means everything
for awhile.
And then you speak
the kindest things,
and for a moment
my heart sings
But then I hurt,
for Im quite sure,
you dont want me;
You still want her.
But I keep dreaming,
and continue to pray,
that youll choose me
one perfect day.
Id hurt no more,
and feel just bliss,
since you would give me
a sweet kiss.
But since I cant
say how I feel,
I continue to wish
my drea
Filled
with pain and sorrow,
Knowing
itll be there tomorrow.
Cant
get away from it
Wishing life wasnt such shit.
Desperate
to escape from this,
Stuck
in the abyss.
Trying
to hide the pain;
Difficult to maintain.
Repeating
everything is fine,
Just
an untruthful line.
Hoping
that no one will see
Despair thats inside of me.
Still
crying in the night,
Praying
itll be alright.
Possibility
of making it through;
Only thing Im holding onto.
Her heart and soul have been aching,
she feels as though shes slowly breaking
Falling apart, piece by piece,
unable to make the destruction cease.
Many times shes knelt to pray
for happiness to return someday,
but try as hard as she might,
she always seems to lose the fight.
The pain comes back, hard and fast;
She cant bear how long this may last.
She hasnt yet failed to hold on,
though often she wishes she were gone.
And all of this she tries to hide
Spare others by keeping it inside.
But still she hopes that there will be
someone to listen and set her free.
Sometimes youre so nice;
It really seems like you care,
but then you ignore me,
like Im not even there.
You say you miss her dearly
Your old girlfriend
Even though she caused
your relationship to end.
She is not worth it;
You should not cry
over some stupid girl
whod leave such a great guy.
The kindness you give,
you should receive
Cant you stop adoring her,
and start loving me?
I know I am able
to return that kindness to you,
and then you could be happy,
which means youd stop hurting too.
I wonder if youre aware
of my feelings and dismay;
You probably have no idea,
I have feelings for you,
this I have said
But I really just wish
youd get out of my head.
I cant take any more
of the hurt and the pain;
Every time I see you,
it drives me insane.
Even the times when
I just hear your voice,
forgetting you seems
like a very good choice.
But it also seems though
I dont have a clue,
as to how I should go about
getting over you.
I try and I try,
but nothing will work,
which leaves me with pain
that continues to lurk.
You are oblivious
to this pain that you cause;
Perhaps you would see
if you took time to pause.
I wish I could change,
so youd start to care,
b
As I look back upon life with you, I discover the memories have begun to haze. They are blurred and muted, steady pounding rain against a thick glass window. They try to shield my aching soul, prevent the flash of intense pain that seizes my being when I think of you. Growing up, I usually knew I was safe when you acted obnoxiously. You came home, your footsteps echoing downstairs, the cool scent of your aftershave familiar and comforting. However, the fact that you could snap as easily as a brittle twig always hung heavily in the air, ominously. Within a second your furious, booming voice could crush everything and seep through every w
My entire body trembles, a fragile autumn leaf skittering across the ground. Ice cold fear shoots through my veins, but is soothed by the excitement building in my heart. I close my eyes tightly and press my face to your back, allowing the familiar fragrance of soft leather to calm me. Although my arms have grown tired from clutching you so tightly, your hard, muscular torso repeatedly reminds me that I am safe with you. I sense you turning and risk a glance upward. I am rewarded by your comforting smile. You say something to me, but it gets lost in the wind that whips around us, a thunderous clamor even when muffled by my helmet. Your
In my dreams
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been her
what i've become. by bleed-for-me-darling, literature
Literature
what i've become.
i think i've become a smarter person since i met you. you taught me a lot of things, you know. like how to deep fry ice-cream, and how to catch dragonflies by their wings. you also taught me what it feels like to be alone.
after you left, i forgot how to deep fry ice-cream and the dragonflies always seemed to slip away between my fingers. but i never forgot what it feels like to be alone. not once.
my mom says i've become a stronger person since i met you. i know she's only lying to make me feel better. the truth is, you made me selfish. you sang me lullabies and kissed me in front of my parents and let me sneak bites of your food at restau
I see you,
and I need you.
its not so much that I stalk
I just want to walk with you,
talk with you.
Youre everything to me,
and its something youll never see
because although you tell me
Im amazing, smart, pretty,
you just dont want me.
And I cry
wondering why
What it is I need to do
to get the chance to be with you.
I care about you so much more
than her,
but you wont give me a chance,
ask me to dance.
I tell myself I wont wait for you
because it hurts too much to bear;
but even as I say the words, I know they arent true
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Yep. There are 123 deviations that I need to either read or look at. I've fallen quite far behind. And I have no idea as to when I'll be able to catch up. I just haven't been able to make myself go through them. Plus, there's always the fact that I've got a lot going on. Monday, just four days from today, is my first day of college. We'll have to see how that goes. Wish me luck! And to those who appreciate my comments and actually end up reading this journal entry, know that I will get to your deviations eventually! I promise! I miss hearing about you. Let me know how you are all doing! ^^
I finally submitted two poems I've written rather recently. I'm a little peeved with myself by the fact that I really don't have that much new stuff. I had to write a ton for my creative writing class and I enjoyed it, but now that I'm out of the class I haven't been writing nearly as much. But since I enjoy it, I'm going to try to do it more!
In my creative writing class we also had to write short (that actually ended up being kind of long) stories. I feel like mine turned out fairly well, and I'm thinking about making a few edits to it and submitting it. I'm not sure anyone is going to want to read that long of a story though. I gues
I have finally posted some more poetry of mine! And I'm apparently going to post a journal entry about it too! I'll warn you that it kind of sucks, but at least it's something more than what's been sitting in my gallery for the past few months. If you haven't read that stuff already, you should! I've been told it's good! See, I even made a rhyme, that must mean I'm good at poetry, right? Anyway, the pieces I just posted were from over a year ago, when I thought poetry had to rhyme. So, some of them kind of bother me, but maybe they don't suck as much as I think they do. I'm also planning on submitting some stuff I've written recently.
Oh no, not at all! I'm sorry you got that impression. I've been busy lately (which includes dealing with my current rather crappy situation) and haven't really had the time or been in the mood to read things on dA. I will get to it eventually though, I promise! Luckily, I have been bothering to check messages. I definitely would have felt bad if you had to wait days to get my response to this. So yeah, no worries! ^^ <3
It's okay, it's my life. Haha. And well, now you know I wasn't upset with you! You actually like win for being the only person to notice or care, haha. And because you were so nice to care and because I felt bad that you thought I was upset with you I went through all the stuff you've posted and read it! Still got to go through everybody else's stuff though... And as for me feeling better, well, something alright happened today, so that was good. In three weeks (holy crap only three weeks... I had to double-check that I counted right) my situation will begin to get better, and in four things should start getting a lot better. And because I am a writer this whole thing was way too long. So yeah, shutting up now! ^^
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