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I feel
my eyes drowning in tears
sadness filling my body
bit by bit
as i realze
... there is no-one for me.
I don't want to be alone.
I don't want to be unloved.
But
There is no way to denie the truth
No way to make things better
I am alone
I am unloved
I protect
Myself
From everything in this world
'Cause no-one else will do it
... Let the tears protect him.
I don't want this.
I don't want this life.
Love
Is what I need
My only reason to live for
Without it...
I am dead inside.
Love me.
Please.
my eyes drowning in tears
sadness filling my body
bit by bit
as i realze
... there is no-one for me.
I don't want to be alone.
I don't want to be unloved.
But
There is no way to denie the truth
No way to make things better
I am alone
I am unloved
I protect
Myself
From everything in this world
'Cause no-one else will do it
... Let the tears protect him.
I don't want this.
I don't want this life.
Love
Is what I need
My only reason to live for
Without it...
I am dead inside.
Love me.
Please.
Literature
Suicide
I take pills to help me feel
Alright just for another night
As my life starts to fade
Into a sickly gray
I take a knife and take a slice
So for that night the pain can hold me tight
I take a rope
Around my throat
Then as i take a leap of hope
Then slowly i begin to choke
But as you may know
Yeah i did choke
Cause right now im writing this
Living just like a bloke
Im here today and maybe the next
But others are gone so lets take a sec
To wonder if we can help them yet
Lets all go out and help the rest
So lets all not stand aside
While all our friends cry
Contemplating on suicide
Literature
rivern: love is
ME AND SHAWN HAD BEEN friends since the first day of high school. It wasn't because we had a lot in common, but because we were different from everyone else. Even with the conformist school uniform we managed to stand out. It was as though we were standing in the shadows, while everyone else was in harsh sunlight.
The other kids thought we were weird, freaks. Every day we would endure kids poking fun at the way we looked. People would trip us in the corridors and kick us when we were down. Kids would shout "emo!" or "cutter!" down the corridors after us too. And it didn't get any better either as we grew up, when most of the other bullyi
Literature
The game:Love
Let's play.
Someone like you has got to know, about that game?
The one where you act like you care?
What's it called?
Oh, right, love.
Isn't that game silly?
I mean, look at all of them, all playing the game.
Isn't it amazing?
How many know of it?
I'm sure it's a fad, it'll pass.
Besides, people stop playing everyday.
Sometimes, when you stop playing, they call it suicide.
Crazy, huh?
You know how many people die playing that game?
It's pretty deadly.
It's actually kinda scary.
I wanna play, though.
I heard it's like this.
Your body is hyper-active, you do stupid things.
And your mind only thinks about the other player.
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Love will find those who need it. Just give it time.