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I try so hard to keep breathing,
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
The gun in my hand looks so good.
It's as though life lost its meaning,
But in my mind I keep seeing you.
I fall on my knees and I keep begging please,
Why won't life just go away?
Still I lay down each evening and shake off the feeling,
Knowing I'm lying with you.
You are my world,
You are my life,
Without you there is no light.
I need you to live,
I need you to breathe,
Without you there is no me.
And so the gun falls,
Kisses felt, tears roll.
Your voice softly calls,
"I love you" and that's all I need to know.
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Forever
Forever, have I lost you?
You're fading from my sight.
Can you not see we're falling?
We're dying in the night.
My heart is yours, Forever,
I'll never turn away.
I'll wait for you to find me.
I'll try to make you stay.
You promised me, Forever,
To make our hearts as one.
Did you forget, Forever,
To tell me we were done?
Forever, will you hold me,
And sooth my heart to sleep?
Tell me again, Forever,
That I'm the one you'll keep.
My heart will beat, Forever,
Until you bid it rest.
I'll live for you, Forever.
I'll try to pass this test.
Forever, I feel empty,
My heart has told a lie.
Forever, can you promise
That you won't
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- In My Eyes -
I tried to listen
To the things you said
But I couldn't stop the voices
Inside my head
I thought it would end
If I could forget
I tried to pretend
And that I regret
Because it's eating me alive
It never ever goes away
It's strangling me inside
And suffocates me more each day
It's driving me insane
I can't take this anymore
I hate myself, I'm a useless bitch,
A filthy fucking whore
I can't see anything but red
I hate this place inside my head
I'm fucking crazy just like they said
I'd kill myself, but I'm already dead
'Cause I ignored it for too long
And I believed in my own lies
Now it's too late, my soul is gone
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Ever had a time in life where you wanted to throw everything away, where the gun was to your head but just before you pulled the trigger someone grabbed your hand?
No matter what you may think there is always at least ONE person that cares. One may be a small number but it's still as important as any other. They care about you more then you will ever know, so remember that before you decide to put a gun to your head. Enjoy.
-Gabe
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My writings are what they are. They are NOT perfect, so if you don't like them all I can say is "Sorry".
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The Art Deviation ~Avry~ is Copyright © 2006 Jack-S-Riddly
It was made for Avry and is used with permission.
No matter what you may think there is always at least ONE person that cares. One may be a small number but it's still as important as any other. They care about you more then you will ever know, so remember that before you decide to put a gun to your head. Enjoy.
-Gabe
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My writings are what they are. They are NOT perfect, so if you don't like them all I can say is "Sorry".
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The Art Deviation ~Avry~ is Copyright © 2006 Jack-S-Riddly
It was made for Avry and is used with permission.
© 2004 - 2024 Avry
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It's okay if things aren't perfect, nothing is, there are just somethings that are more close to it then others!
The poem was everything I thought it should be, I've been there, just not with a gun, I just found myself wanting to jump off a bridge with sharp rocks at the bottom. As you can see, I made it through, I'm here today, and I'm well!
The poem was everything I thought it should be, I've been there, just not with a gun, I just found myself wanting to jump off a bridge with sharp rocks at the bottom. As you can see, I made it through, I'm here today, and I'm well!