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Where then, did you go?
Without you, I am lost and afraid,
Alone, I feel naked as I watch;
The angry waves upon life's stormy seas,
No-one to hold me,
No-one to hold,
Will you come back to me?
Am I destined to be alone?
Is it my fate to be afraid?
Where then, did you go?
Perhaps my fate will allow me to follow...
~trippin~
Without you, I am lost and afraid,
Alone, I feel naked as I watch;
The angry waves upon life's stormy seas,
No-one to hold me,
No-one to hold,
Will you come back to me?
Am I destined to be alone?
Is it my fate to be afraid?
Where then, did you go?
Perhaps my fate will allow me to follow...
~trippin~
Literature
Non-Abusive Mental Abuse
The non-abusive mental abuse,
A trick used by the clever,
Is passive-aggressive abuse
Not easily recognized
Except by those who receive it.
It is what can drive a person mad
And ready to self destruct
It is what separates the weak from the strong
Mentally, of course.
For the strongest man can be brought down
If he is subjected to this torture
While a young child can withstand it,
Knowing they have the power.
The non-abusive mental abuse
Is something I'M frequently subjected to
I hate that passive-aggressive voice
I hate how I'm conditioned to flinch
Whenever I think I'm in trouble
And when no punishment is received,
I reali
Literature
Abuse
People ask what you do
But I wont say a thing
You said I must keep my silence
As long as I wear your ring.
I deserved you to hurt me
But you don't need your fist
Next time I'll do it myself
A razor to my wrist
It's hard for me to think.
Inside I'm all confused
People say that you're bad
But it's me. I'm bad. I'm bruised.
It's not abuse
You just get a bit out of hand
It's okay really. I won't tell.
I understand.
Literature
.Abuse.
Broken hearts hurt way too much,
Heart starts dying, tears and such.
I don't know why this hurts like hell,
I hate it when you scream and yell.
Through my eyes, it was all so dark,
I tried to hide those scars, that mark.
Get away from me, I want to be alone,
Especially when you hit me, and even break a bone.
You push me back, as I fall to my knees,
I don't know what to do, how to please.
My friends were all right about you,
But I was lovestruck and had no clue.
It's over now, but I lie 6 feet under,
During the rain, during the thunder.
He sets flowers on my grave, full of regret,
Something like this is hard to forget..
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