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he fell in love today
with a boy from a book
and then couldn't tell anybody
for fear of being called
a fag.
she turned her back today
on her family
because she was tired of being called
insufficient.
he tried out today
for a sport he hates
because he was sick of being called
a geek
by the girl he loved.
she swore herself to celibacy
after going to church today
for fear of being called
a sinner
and a whore.
i told a lie today
and said, "i'm fine"
because i'm tired of being called
pathetic.
the only thing we have in common
is that we all wear long-sleeved shirts
in summertime
because deep down, we're all tired
of being called
cutters.
with a boy from a book
and then couldn't tell anybody
for fear of being called
a fag.
she turned her back today
on her family
because she was tired of being called
insufficient.
he tried out today
for a sport he hates
because he was sick of being called
a geek
by the girl he loved.
she swore herself to celibacy
after going to church today
for fear of being called
a sinner
and a whore.
i told a lie today
and said, "i'm fine"
because i'm tired of being called
pathetic.
the only thing we have in common
is that we all wear long-sleeved shirts
in summertime
because deep down, we're all tired
of being called
cutters.
Literature
I'm So Tired Of Being Here
I'm so tired of being here
I'm trapped by all my fears
I wish you could see me now
Broken and crying for help
My blood it flows
And I don't want it to stop
I'm so tired of being here
I'm trapped by all my fears
I wish I could heal myself
Wipe all these tears away
But my heart it bleeds
And I don't know how to stop the blood
I'm so sick of being hurt
I'm trapped in my own mind
I wish I could hear those songs
But then I remember you
And I now I cry again
God why can't I be a man?
Literature
Ordinary Day
It was just another ordinary day.
The sky was clear.
The sun was bright.
The leaves were blowing slightly.
I suddenly heard a heavy knock on the door.
Confusion ran through my head.
I carefully walked towards the door.
Slowly.
Before I even arrived the door slammed opened.
Three shadows came intothe house.
They came around me.
Mocking me.
Taunting me.
Demeaning me.
I cried out for help, but no one heard my cries.
Denial.
Deception.
Death.
Clawing into my soul.
Changing who I was.
Tears streamed down my face.
I gently rubbed my tears and gasped at what I saw.
Red tears.
Blood.
It shimmered brightly in the sunlight.
I
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sticks and stones
can break my bones
but words can break
my heart.
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Also submitted to RawEmotion's theme, "Scars."
can break my bones
but words can break
my heart.
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Also submitted to RawEmotion's theme, "Scars."
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I was never a cutter on the outside, only metaphysically, even so, I feel you.