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The silence is deafening.
I can not hear.
I can not see.
I can not speak.
The silence won't let me.
The people won't let me.
The people like to see me suffer.
Break.
Rage.
Cry.
Shake.
In fear.
Utter
Terrible
Fear.
"We will protect you now."
"You've suffered long enough."
"We want to help you now."
The people say those things.
They lie.
They all lie.
Trying to console me.
Then beating me back down again.
Beat me and hurt me and scar me so bad
That I'll do anything to make them stop.
Anything...
I won't, I'm stronger than that.
I know I am, and they see that.
They hate it.
I hate them.
"Compromise" is what they say they want.
I refuse to compromise when they hurt me so badly
That my mind will never ever be the same.
I just can't.
I won't.
I can not hear.
I can not see.
I can not speak.
The silence won't let me.
The people won't let me.
The people like to see me suffer.
Break.
Rage.
Cry.
Shake.
In fear.
Utter
Terrible
Fear.
"We will protect you now."
"You've suffered long enough."
"We want to help you now."
The people say those things.
They lie.
They all lie.
Trying to console me.
Then beating me back down again.
Beat me and hurt me and scar me so bad
That I'll do anything to make them stop.
Anything...
I won't, I'm stronger than that.
I know I am, and they see that.
They hate it.
I hate them.
"Compromise" is what they say they want.
I refuse to compromise when they hurt me so badly
That my mind will never ever be the same.
I just can't.
I won't.
Literature
Enemmies
I am the CEO
I am the judge and jury
I am the big spender
I am the iron fist
I am the decider
I am the forest
I am the greenery
I am the deer and the doves
I am the usable space
I am the decision
Literature
Dromomania
Every day I turn the key in the lock
Hoping to find you
tucked into the white folds
of an envelope,
of the bath towel I left on the sofa this morning.
But you and I, we haven't the breadth for that sort of thing.
I wish I could send you something of spring,
some distended meteor green with hope.
I'm watching the last of the oak leaves cling
stubborn
and I think
spring may not be coming this year.
There is no birdsong, there is
the furious sleeping of toads in the mud.
I came on the bench
where I slept in the warmth of your memory
this time last year.
Now the thought seems less mine and maybe it was
me you'd dreamt beside,
m
Literature
No Second Chance
Oh snap, the first words that were said.
I wanted to know everything about you,
And at the time you definitely wanted to get to know me more.
You saw the real me that was at work, happy and fun.
You enjoyed how we were always flirty when you came to see us.
I felt so fucking special that it hurt.
All I wanted to do was to hear your voice on the phone.
Everyone knew, everyone could tell how much I like you but you.
I was the most interesting person that you have met through your job.
Why didn't that last?
Why couldn't I have believed you?
You said I was cute as,
You wanted to take me on a date,
You wanted to just hang out,
You
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truthfully there is only one Bad Person in my head
and that is me.
every other tuesday we get along
(except on leap years... go figger)
and that is me.
every other tuesday we get along
(except on leap years... go figger)