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I'm standing on the edge
I can feel the air hit my body
It could all be an illusion
And I can be an adventurer
I can be the explorer of the afterlife
I could be the first to venture there
I could be the first to break from this illusion
But what if there is nothing past this edge
As children we explore
And we find and learn
As adults we have learned
And we crave to explore
As I curl my toes on the edge
I think of who will care if I do
Cause I'm standing on the rooftop
Ready to fall, ready for a new start
I can feel the air hit my body
It could all be an illusion
And I can be an adventurer
I can be the explorer of the afterlife
I could be the first to venture there
I could be the first to break from this illusion
But what if there is nothing past this edge
As children we explore
And we find and learn
As adults we have learned
And we crave to explore
As I curl my toes on the edge
I think of who will care if I do
Cause I'm standing on the rooftop
Ready to fall, ready for a new start
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Suicidal
Blood flows from our wrists,
Making our hands turn into fists.
We only feel the pain and sorrow,
Have we given up hope for a better tomorrow?
The rope is hanging from the ceiling,
Helping us end that miserable feeling.
The pills are scattered across the floor,
Maybe we need to swallow just one more?
Others might refuse to see the cruelty of life,
While others try to end it by the knife.
Trying to get out of this cruel dream,
Sometimes all we can do is scream.
There are others like you out there,
You might not yet know where.
But they try to overcome it,
That's something not all will admit.
Every one of us needs a helping hand,
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I bet you cut
"I bet you cut yourself," he says and it takes
All of me and more, and there is nothing to take. I laugh
and cry a little inside. Die a little more and smile
"Of course not."
He stares at me and it's like one of those dreams where you're
Naked and I want to shove my guts in my mouth and burn in Heaven,
rip my scalpel through my thigh, throw my skull at a window and let the
Pain in my body overwhelm the pain in my heart.
"I'm joking," he says and I think I should feel bad for him, instead I
Hate him a little. He's grinning and I think about how I'd love to
Carve his face into the Joker.
"I know," I say and I hate myself a little, t
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What is wrong with me?
I'm a monster
I'm a freak
Save yourself
Stay away
I lash out
I break
I hurt
I'm sorry
I lost control
For one moment
Pushed over the edge
It was too much
I can't believe it
What is wrong with me?
How could I do this?
It won't happen again
But still stay away
Why not?
Why be near me?
What good is there to hold by?
Theres one light left
One candle
On the outside
To relight the others inside
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This one was, easy to make but hard to post cause, I think that this is like a story poem, with not much of a subject also I feel like its half done, but I also think its good XD XD
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this poem reminds me of a dream i had it was amazing felt every emotion coming me and then when i woke up my eyes where watery the ending of my dream was scary but was so happy so thank you