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Have you ever held a child in your arms,
Just hoping they wouldn't grow up living your life?
They say depression is hard to live with,
But I would think it's pretty easy to die for.
SOS signals run through my veins,
But there is a 'No Entry' sign stapled to my forehead.
I'm not quite sure whether it is better to suffer in silence,
Or to be told how you must be exaggerating.
My life conforms to the standards of my family
And the world I have to sludge through every day.
When will we scrape the grime off of the roads?
When will schools make their teachers understand what an anxiety attack is?
When will I be able to express my feelings
Without my emotions being blamed on PMS?
What makes it worse is that I'm starting to get in a routine.
Stay up until you hate yourself,
Let some tears pool on your pillowcase,
Force yourself to dream,
And roll out of your safe haven at noon.
Nobody is supposed to look at me,
But every moment is now humbling.
I am not overreacting.
I am sick
With no one to take care of me
Except myself.
Just hoping they wouldn't grow up living your life?
They say depression is hard to live with,
But I would think it's pretty easy to die for.
SOS signals run through my veins,
But there is a 'No Entry' sign stapled to my forehead.
I'm not quite sure whether it is better to suffer in silence,
Or to be told how you must be exaggerating.
My life conforms to the standards of my family
And the world I have to sludge through every day.
When will we scrape the grime off of the roads?
When will schools make their teachers understand what an anxiety attack is?
When will I be able to express my feelings
Without my emotions being blamed on PMS?
What makes it worse is that I'm starting to get in a routine.
Stay up until you hate yourself,
Let some tears pool on your pillowcase,
Force yourself to dream,
And roll out of your safe haven at noon.
Nobody is supposed to look at me,
But every moment is now humbling.
I am not overreacting.
I am sick
With no one to take care of me
Except myself.
Literature
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I buried hope in the ground
and pretended not to hear her
screaming from the depths
(heartless)
Literature
True Story
I once read a book
called How to Offend; it had
just one word: "exist."
Literature
Gone Wishing
Tread carefully, the broken sod;
Treacherous, the land of nod
Catch your winks and blink away
The cobwebs on the brink of day.
Silver sails the sea of dreams
Where straying stars collect, it seems
Schooling wishes rise, and yet
We cast at last for empty net.
Time and tide will wait for none
This dreamboat sailing for the sun
Castaway the farther shore
The sirens sing us down for more.
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This poem is very authentic, and deep. Much love <3