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sick of meI'll go off somewhere else,
When where i am turns to hell,
I go to where my friends are and ask for help,
Turns out they don't care either.
I feel ignored by them too,
I'm so foolish to expect them to care right now,
I just got so used to it before,
But now it's like they are all sick of me.
Torn PagesThe twisted sinful stare,
Called out from under there,
Time flew by so fast,
The lie came back from the past,
Try to understand,
They only held you'r hand,
Nothing ended well,
It all went straight to hell,
Little crying lamb,
Never made the leap,
Now that little lamb,
Has gone back to sleep.
A simple story played out,
With pages all were ripped out,
It never went you'r way,
Now you burn it all away.
ComatoseYou lost you're lie in the snow,
A white lie,
But so cold,
Frozen memory laughed,
A frozen heart from the past,
A hero fell,
A deafening sound,
Tonight you'll loose all sight,
Today you'll wipe away,
All you'r tear from all these years~
My wrists covered in dirt,
Rather that then all the hurt,
Lying face down in the frozen ice,
Calling into the night,
Crying to anyone in sight,
Need to fall into you'r arms,
You'r the most magical charm.
But I fear,
You'r never here.
Say you love it all,
Tear it all away,
Hold me in you'r arms,
You'r warmth is keeping my heart alive,
Speak into the darkness.
Show You're ScarsIt's as if we had fallen down,
At the sound of drums,
Screaming 'How will it help, if no one has seen our cuts'
Seeking help again,
Trying to find a pen,
Running through the night,
Our stories lit up like lights,
When all hope has gone,
And you have found you're song,
Write all day long,
Don't ever let them forget,
Don't hide you're scars,
They just prove what you've overcome,
I'll never hide my scars,
They show that i have been strong.
Don't be ashamed.
You're not the only one.
Stand up with me.
Show you survived,
And let them see,
It's possible to get through,
Even when you bleed,
Even if you're wrist still stings,
There are people out there,
Who with always care.
I know how you feelI hate seeing you all with those frowns,
Sad eyes filled up with tears,
I try to help,
But i'm just a hypocrite,
It's just because i know how it feels,
To be on the edge,
I know how it feels,
To feel all alone when it seems like no body cares,
So when ever you're upset,
I'll be glad to lend a hand,
Because i know it feels,
When no body cares,
When everybody stares,
But they don't say a words,
When you're broken and crying,
When you're world feels empty,
I promise i will care,
If you need it i'll be there,
Because i feel alone like that sometimes,
I know how bad it can be,
I'm just as sad as you now,
So i want to help out,
You don't deserve the pain,
You shouldn't be feeling this way.
Crash and BurnI hate seeing this happen to you,
The stress is making everyone crash,
You're really losing it this time,
It's scary to see you losing you're mind,
And i fear,
What will happen in a year,
Will this be over,
Will it have gotten worse.
Every time i see you,
It's like i'm watching you crash and burn,
Do you know what you're doing to me?
Do you know what you're doing to yourself?
Am i overreacting,
Or is turning into much more than we handle.
But why does everything need to crash now,
I was so excited to finally be older,
And now the world seems so vast now,
Everyone can be so ignorant.
It is driving me mad,
Trying to pretend,
You're not killing me.
Don't ask me whats wrong,
Because you'll just get angry,
Don't say you can help,
You need it more than me.
BladesThis is terrible,
Watching this go down like a battle,
The good and the bad seem so breakable,
The rules we once had were unstable,
Don't laugh in their face,
I know enough to retrace,
Razor blades lost in memories,
Never touch them again,
Please don't dare me.
I have watched myself bleed before,
I heard knocks on the door,
And it all fell out,
All the lies came out,
The truth hurts more,
Then a thousand burns.
Don't think it's you're fault.
Just be happy that i stopped.
Raining SparksPlay the song,
Call to arms,
Everything is burning,
Don't you go,
Stay right here,
Never saw it coming,
In the end,
We'll all smile,
Never saw it changing,
It all will fall in place,
Just to find,
It never really stopped raining.
A New BeginningHe was left all alone,
He was thrown off his thrown,
Never felt ground before,
Never cared about much,
Now he's soft to the touch,
He never talked to those below him,
They never cared much for him,
But on the same level,
It felt like a sin,
How short is this story,
How long will this last,
How quick will the storm come back from their past.
He doesn't look so evil,
They don't look so bad.
His face was a mask before,
He wore an expression so stern,
But now he doesn't seem so threatening.
My True SelfI have no inspiration
I have no passion
I am worthless and unmotivated
I am an empty shell
A withering heart
I am unstable
I am powerless and weak
Sick and never healthy
I am detached
Being stepped on and walked over
Always at my worst
I am nothing.
Pull The TriggerIt is too late
No time for regret
Not worth the upset
Apathy settles in
Indifference takes over
Feelings run for cover
No emotions win
Hard shell around
Insides all locked
Escape is blocked
Doesn't back down
Carefully blank mask
Center on the task
Just before it kicks
Silence, a gratitude
Release the held breath
Turn to the other side
Cold blood will subside
Ignore stench of death
DrugsShe looked in the broken mirror, her blonde hair a grayish colour now.
Bits of dye colour was still left in her hair.
Piercings aligned her face, making her want to scream and tear them all out, unsure why she would have gotten them in the first place.
She was covered in old and new scars, looking like one of those people you see at the corner of the street begging for cash.
The smile that was once formed along her face was now a unpleasant frown.
Nothing would ever be the same.
Her family had kicked her out.
Her friends no longer cared, all because of the choice she made.
Be careful, Drugs can take you cruel places.
'Hannah'A dark red liquid, slowly trickles,
It trickles down her arm.
A special little secret,
A secret called self harm.
A shadow lingers on her soul,
Pain and anger build inside,
She's got to get these feeling out,
But to whom can she confide?
A shiny, silver razor blade,
Is the one she seems to trust.
The one she feels the need to turn to,
When life becomes too much.
She hides behind a thin disguise,
To cover up her pain.
She says that I'm ok now,
Until she she cuts again.
Don't Call It LoveNo one cried out in pain,
nor did they silently waste away,
no hearts did bleed,
nor lives alter,
no spinster has been made,
though months of campaigning have been wasred,
and fools we all have been made.
What is this great of powers?
Love is a passion burning eternal,
ever hungry and ever satisfying.
this is an occasional laughter,
It'll fade away with time,
and new fancies to be taken.
AngelI think I met an angel today,
out in the misty rain,
I found her singing about the sunshine,
telling him to come out again.
I heard her conversing witht the trees,
about sweet buds to be reborn,
saying how without them,
they looked so horribly forlorn.
But when I turned she had gone.
The trees were silent once more.
But was that a bud i saw?
As I shook my head about in awe...
My MindI have surrendered to ungovernable impulses
That within my very existence invokes a great addiction
Oppresses noise and forms an intoxication of contradictions
They caress me with impetuous charms of dazzling vision
With vast silences that mitigate in sonorous symbolism
Exiled in my own reality, I see what I have never seen
Or only thought I saw I am now condemned
To see what has never been seen
A shimmering like the painting of a sorrow
FriendA person whom you can trust,
who's faithful until both are dust
Sees through a set of similar eyes
Knows when you speak truth or lies
A shoulder, there to comfort you
A true voice, that knows what's best for you
A conspirator to make joy and have fun,
who knows what's right or when something shouldn't be done
An uplifting soul, who changes your mood,
makes you feel merry, when before, you brood
An ear to listen to every scheme,
to help determine reality or dream
A face that smiles and you know everywhere,
it shows their thoughts and when they care
A body that's warm and has its own beat,
one that's fun to see, and to meet
So, a friend is someone like you,
who's faithful, brave, honest and true
And no matter how many people I see
I will never see a better friend than you for me
hiding in my roomit's night time in my room.
I lay in my bed, gripping my teddy bear tight
but I'm not getting ready for sleep.
How can one sleep with all this noise.
My father screams at my sisters downstairs.
Most likely for something stupid like a "D" on a math test or not finishing their dinner.
I hold my stuffed bear tighter when I hear my dad slap my sister for telling him to calm down.
I want to go down stairs to help my older sisters but I'am too young and weak.
I sob into my bear, too scared to move.
I hear my sisters run upstairs, the older one trying to be strong and hide her tears.
my oldest helping her to her room.
my mom is in her room sleeping.
there are so many things I want to say:
"Daddy, please stop yelling."
"sisters, please don't cry."
"mom, please don't ignore this"
"mommy, daddy, please don't ignore ME."
but no, I just lay on my bed, gripping my teddy bear and cry.
crying like the weak little coward I am.
hiding in my room.
ArtMy pencil is broken,
I ran out of paper,
My mind isn't working right,
I need to write or draw,
I need to get the ideas on paper,
Out of my head,
I can't concentrate till i do.
I write to keep sane,
I draw to stay calm,
Art is part of who i am,
I need art so i can hold on.
Don't you dare say it's pointless,
It saves lives and brings joy,
It's beautiful and wonderful and always perfect,
All art has meaning.
All art is important.
Crown of ThornsShe wakes up with red staining her pillow
and the taste of blood like iron in her mouth
It stains her teeth and leaks from her lips, and as she
rinses her mouth out, she can’t help thinking that
it’s better than dirt and ashes
it feels like she’s wearing a noose
of broken promises and shattered glass
that tightens around her throat with every day that passes
She nails a smile to her face
and doesn't let herself think the word dying
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