deviant art

Deviant Login
Buy ArtBuy T-Shirts & Gear Buy adCast Buy Premium Membership
Shop		  Join deviantART for FREE Take the Tour
×
WingsPain sears across my back, splitting me in two, both screaming, both laughing
"SOMETHING IS GROWING, SOMETHING IS HURTING" one screams, raking his nails across my shoulders, leaving bloody furrows across my skin
"yes, something wonderful, something that lives" the other cried in elation,tentatively reaching he hands behind his head, reaching for the new flesh, caressing it gently
" CUT IT OFF, IT HURST SO BAD" one screeched, his nails growing into claws, canines lengthening into wicked fangs
"no, let it grow, let it thrive" the other cooed, his skin glowing a ghostly pale and his eyes turning into burning white stars
" I WANT IT GONE, I
Getting WorseI pick up the blade,
And set it on my wrist,
The world starts to fade,
When I know I can't resist.

That's just the start,
And it doesn't stop there,
It breaks my heart,
As I find out you care.

But the things get worse,
I start hitting my head,
Until it hurts,
And I fall on my bed.

My head hits the wall,
Once more,
Then I fall,
To the floor.

Air chokes my breath,
As I struggle to move,
It smells like death,
And I start to sooth.

I'm sorry I did this,
It's my weakness,
You are what I'm going to miss,
When I go into darkness.
The Nightmare Called LifeNothing is right. Everything wrong.
I have just awoken from a nightmare. But even now, awake in the comfort of my home, the nightmare still continues.

The nightmare called life.

In the dream, there was the reassurance that i could wake up. The monsters, never real. The cuts and bruises, never permanent.

But here even in the comfort of my bed, I don't feel safe. Everyone is an enemy. No one can be trusted.

Sometimes, i can't even trust myself.
losing out.i'm tired of my eyes being open
         stitched to this ragdoll face,
                ripped jeans and frayed shirt and
                      choked with last year's apologies.

[it's not you,
i promise]

you keep asking and i keep telling
         there's nothing wrong [there's nothing wrong]
           &
Another NightThe boy watched as night fell.
He knew what was coming.
Soon he would be in hell.
His emotions were numbing.

Ever night was the same.
He'd suffer all alone.
He'd play this evil game.
The feeling was well known.

First would come the boredom,
then the sadness and apin;
and then he would panic;
his thoughts would go insane.

With the razor in hand,
his wrists were in danger.
More cuts, his thoughts demand,
his mind full of anger.

This self-harming he craved
was awful for his health.
He needed to be saved;
who'd save him from himself?

He watched the viscous blood
as it circled the drain.
He fainted with a "thud"
whilst outsi
No Love In DeathIt's your turn to try to leave;
For everytime I try; I inevitably fail.
Just leave and never look back,
Hop off the dock, into the boat, and set sail.

Don't even think of turning around.
Or you'll see somethings you don't want to see.
You'll witness what you're abandoning.
You'll realize that you're leaving me.

I'll stand on the coast,
Waving goodbye; my arms in the air.
In a flash, you'll recall our life and the good times.
And you'll wish you were back there.

But then, I'll turn and walk away,
Leaving my footprints on the shore.
You'll want to come back,
You'll feel shaken to the core.

You'll realize how I had felt,
And what I went thro
Insanity of LovePigs are soaring through the sky
I can see them too
It's with silver wings they fly
They all belong to you

Trees can be your friends, my dear
We know they won't betray
When the others seem to leer
They will not run away

And if you want to sleep tonight
Underneath the stars
I think that it will be alright
If I fend off the centaurs

The spider's spinning round and round
You're watching it with me
Its focus can astound
Whilst we drift idly

This room that's filled with clocks
Creates a kind of peace
We're trapped inside a box
Refusing to release

I know that you're not sane
My love, but neither am I
And when your hope begins
I'll Go Out With A BangI find myself beginning once again.
So far from an elusive end.
My consistent sigh of breath, I detest.
My constant need to inhale and exhale, I repress.
But still I find myself trying to impress.
And I'm still trying to do what's right without seeming suppressed.
But to you, what I'm fighting for, isn't even worth the fight.
And this bending and winding,
This turning,
With no assurance of an end.
No reassurance to possibly again begin!
Failing is not an option I was given!
You made that crystal when I first began.
This pressure.
This needed perfection.
The weight of the sky.
The air so dense.
The world spinn
Would You Care?If I cut,
Would you care?
Or would you let me bleed out there?

If I jumped,
Would you care?
Or would you let me fall down there?

If I cried,
Would you care?
Or would you let my tears stay there?

If I died,
Would you care?
Or would you leave me lying there?
Forgotten 1I am forgotten,
My scars are unknown.
All the friends I have,
I don't know how I got them.
I must be too drunk to remember.

I have forgotten,
All the times I've been bound,
And I realize I don't have a friend.
I'm too high to remember.

They have forgotten me,
And I have let them.
I have let them be,
All for the sake of me.
I wanted to be alone,
Wanted to be forgotten,
But I didn't understand,
I was too drunk to remeber,
That I had caused the downfall
in my own life.

I am too hammered
To really care at all.
I have been forgotten,
Now you see me fall.

I am to dark inside,
To really care at all.
I am too cold in my own
BLOODIt can be seen
As gross
Disgusting
But when people say that
Do they really think that way?
Doesn't that mean that they find themselves
Disgusting as well?
I think that it's a fascinating thing...
It's beauty...
Color...
It represents love
Hate
Depression
Every feeling can be
Represented in a few streams of blood
But how to explain it?
Words aren't enough
To do it....
Accidental SuicideI sit in my corner, screw in hand, listening to the sound of my ripping flesh. I should scream and run away, but instead I sit and watch as I do it again, and again, and again. I just watch as the blood flows down my hand and starts to drip on the carpet. I should clean that up now, while it's fresh, but I'm too depressed. Cutting is like a drug, every time I cut I need more, and then more, and then more, until I'm chopping half my arm off just to distract myself from the real pain. Now it feels like my arm is on fire, and I can't stop it. But then again, I'm not sure I want to. The fire feels good, like a phoenix's sleeping on my arm. Yes, I
....Whispers...."You sure you're going to be alright?"

Cheryl looked down, taking a few seconds to think before she answered, "Yeah, I'll be fine. I just need to get all of that out of my head for a little while."

Karen nodded, "Okay. You took your medication, right? I can't have you up all night again. Hopefully this stuff they gave you works."

Cheryl had insomnia. Ever since she was little, it had come and gone weeks or even months at a time. Her doctor had prescribed sleeping medication that day.

"Yeah, I know, and yes, I took it after I brushed my teeth. I should be able to sleep alright."

"Okay, well let's try to get some sleep, then." Karen smiled
Dust BunnyOnce upon a time
According to what they said
Was a little dust bunny
Who wished he was dead

He used to venture out into the world
With the lights in his eyes
And the happiness he had found
Is the current reason he cries

He had found a female dust bunny
On that fateful day
They used to make each other hearts
Out of paper that was thrown away

But then his bunny left him
To make paper hearts with someone else
She left the little dust bunny
Laying, abandoned on a shelf

He used to dream about the past
And used to fantasize of what would come
He  wanted another chance
With his certain someone

He used to wish she'd come back
But knew she'd neve
Inner TurmoilHis thoughts scream "You aren't good enough!
Think you're strong? You are weak, not tough!"
Care is something no one gives.
Admit you've no reason to live!"

"They see the cuts lining your wrists.
When you die, you will not be missed.
See that crimson blood as it falls?
That's the blood of a hopeless thrall."

"No, this isn't just a nightmare;
it's real, and no one even cares!
Your friends don't like you. Who would?
Fighting me won't do any good."

"Everyone hates you; you're a freak!
You know that it's the truth I speak.
The only friend you have is pain.
It's all that keeps you safe and sane."

"What? You're going to silence me?
Browse More Like This

More from ~XxBlindLovexX

The Art of LovingThe art of loving
is like nothing else
it's like the birds singing
on a sunday morning
It's like butterflies fluttering
in your tummy
It's like the feeling of being in that special persons arms
The art of loving
is confusing
it's weird
it's nauseating
it's good
The Art Of Loving
To Know To Love

Featured in Groups

:iconemo-club: :icontheemogroup: :iconthe-emo-scene-way:
×

A Short Story

:iconxxblindlovexx:

This wasn't me. Poised over a bruised and broken body. Her chest barely moves, by morning she'll be dead.
I didn't do this. Somebody else did. Something else did.I was taken over by something, something demoniac and cruel.

This was a different part of me. A part that i didn't know existed, until tonight.

She looks so innocent, in her lifeless skin. Her eyes, closed. Her features, almost peaceful.
I know who she really is.
Was.
She was a terrible person. Someone so very conceited. Someone who made other's look down on themselves.

I almost feel bad about what I've done.
Almost.

I smile as i go through tonight's events.
She didn't know i was watching. Watching ever so clostly.
It wasn't until she was alone that i attacked. Ready, with my weapon.

She hadn't screamed. She knew it was coming, but didn't know when.Now she knew.

The demon inside her was almost as bad as the one inside me.

Maybe this is me. The new me. The part that i have to except.

44

10 2 4
:iconxxblindlovexx:

A Short Storyby ~XxBlindLovexX

DescriptionDetailsShare
Download TXT download, 1.1 KB
I have no idea where this came from o.o
I just picked up my pen and started writing.
Now we all know what hides in the deepest parts of my brain cx
©2012-2013 ~XxBlindLovexX
Category: Literature / Prose / Fiction / Children and Teen / Short Stories

Details

Stats

Submitted on
November 17, 2012
File Size
1.1 KB
Views
44
Favourites
10 (who?)
Comments
2
Downloads
4
URL
Thumb
Only verified accounts can report policy violations. Please check your email and click on the verification link.
* Required field
love 0 0 joy 1 1 wow 0 0 mad 0 0 sad 0 0 fear 0 0 neutral 0 0
:iconpictures-of-words:
Mood: Joy ~Pictures-of-words Nov 18, 2012  Student Writer
You put she was alone twice, but I really like this!! The demon's in us all!
Reply
:iconxxblindlovexx:
~XxBlindLovexX Nov 18, 2012  Student Writer
Oopsies, and ik. Thankyou
Reply
Add a Comment:
 
Preview   Add Comment
©2013 deviantART. All rights reserved
About Us | Contact Us | Developers | Careers | Site Tour | Help & FAQ Advertise | Premium Membership Etiquette | Privacy Policy | Terms of Service | Copyright Policy