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It's the anger.
The anger she has,
whenever I do anything wrong.
I can feel it,
thrumming wildly
through my electric veins.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
I don't want to be like you.
I don't want to feel the hate you feel.
I just want to take this pain and make it real.
I don't want to be another case study,
so I'm taking off,
yeah, I'm running.
Please don't ask me to stay.
I don't want
to feel the need to scream.
Itching the back of my throat,
a tension,
like a slingshot that's about to burst.
There'll be blood on my hands
and I don't want to know whose it will be.
I'll practice restraint and stay right here.
Right where I want to be.
I don't want to be like you.
I don't want to feel the hate you feel.
I just want to take this pain and make it real.
I don't want to be another case study,
so I'm taking off,
yeah, I'm running.
Please don't ask me to stay.
All your tearing words
and all your hate,
all it does is fuel the fire.
And my lungs bleed
like the cuts on her arms when we fight.
Holding back so hard,
I sometimes wonder how I manage to speak.
How I even form the words
that desrespect just what I mean.
We fight to kill.
We fight to breathe,
we fight to take the life right out of me.
To kiss,
to dance,
you'll never understand.
And I just hope....
I hope that you'll eventually rid yourself
of this curse,
forget all the bittersweet sixteens,
forget every time
that we sat at the counter
and fought until your face turned purple.
I don't want to be like you
I don't want to feel the hate you feel.
I just want to take this pain and make it real.
I don't want to be another case study,
so I'm taking off,
yeah, I'm running.
Please don't ask me to stay.
The anger she has,
whenever I do anything wrong.
I can feel it,
thrumming wildly
through my electric veins.
Make it stop.
Make it stop.
I don't want to be like you.
I don't want to feel the hate you feel.
I just want to take this pain and make it real.
I don't want to be another case study,
so I'm taking off,
yeah, I'm running.
Please don't ask me to stay.
I don't want
to feel the need to scream.
Itching the back of my throat,
a tension,
like a slingshot that's about to burst.
There'll be blood on my hands
and I don't want to know whose it will be.
I'll practice restraint and stay right here.
Right where I want to be.
I don't want to be like you.
I don't want to feel the hate you feel.
I just want to take this pain and make it real.
I don't want to be another case study,
so I'm taking off,
yeah, I'm running.
Please don't ask me to stay.
All your tearing words
and all your hate,
all it does is fuel the fire.
And my lungs bleed
like the cuts on her arms when we fight.
Holding back so hard,
I sometimes wonder how I manage to speak.
How I even form the words
that desrespect just what I mean.
We fight to kill.
We fight to breathe,
we fight to take the life right out of me.
To kiss,
to dance,
you'll never understand.
And I just hope....
I hope that you'll eventually rid yourself
of this curse,
forget all the bittersweet sixteens,
forget every time
that we sat at the counter
and fought until your face turned purple.
I don't want to be like you
I don't want to feel the hate you feel.
I just want to take this pain and make it real.
I don't want to be another case study,
so I'm taking off,
yeah, I'm running.
Please don't ask me to stay.
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A Real Friend
Whats a real friend?
A real friend is someone who would sacrifice something to make they're friend happy.
A real friend is someone who would notice when something isn't right.
A real friend doesn't ditch they're friend to go out with they're boyfriend.
What's a real friend?
Because now and days no one really knows...
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Born
In the beginning,
Where do we begin?
In our minds, we progress
In our bodes, we digress
In our heart, to learn
What is right, we discern.
But what of it, forewarned,
In its nascent form
The inability to infer
Just why it differs?
No one can comprehend
Or pay with amends;
The prize of destiny-
A life of bigotry
A hateful word to confess
And they couldn't care less
For the reason it was condemned
For there was no one to defend
That it was just created that way,
But that's not what they say
They knew when it was born,
And adorned it with scorn,
A liar
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So this is awkward. It ended up being kind of song-ish, in that it sort of has a chorus and a bridge and a couple verses.... but whatever.
This is for my grandma, who I don't think I can take another three weeks of. OH and I get to be fucking trapped in a car with her for 6 hours tomorrow. Oh, the fucking JOY.
Leave me a comment and tell me what you think!! I re-read this and was like huh... that kinda looks like a chorus....
Uhm.. words of encouragement? I'll need them to NOT wring her neck.
Love always,
identity mad
This is for my grandma, who I don't think I can take another three weeks of. OH and I get to be fucking trapped in a car with her for 6 hours tomorrow. Oh, the fucking JOY.
Leave me a comment and tell me what you think!! I re-read this and was like huh... that kinda looks like a chorus....
Uhm.. words of encouragement? I'll need them to NOT wring her neck.
Love always,
identity mad
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I understand, I can't take being with most members of my family at all. I hope you make it through.
It does kind of have a chorus which makes it feel like a song. Ilike it though.
It does kind of have a chorus which makes it feel like a song. Ilike it though.