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Imperfection
That is probably
(Of all your great qualities)
My favorite thing about you
Another bizarre feature
To add to my list of oddities
I suppose
Imperfection
From the start I have loved it
You told me you weren't perfect
And oh how I knew
So, yes, to be technical
You did hurt me
You did make me cry
But you made a mistake
A very human mistake
And you were trying to do the right thing
When I see your imperfections
I feel all the closer to you
I feel all the more at home
Because, guess what?
I'm imperfect too
I always saw myself as some sort of disaster
Some sort of pure chaos
Contained in five feet and three inches
I wondered how I would ever
If ever
Find someone who could handle that
When I see you for who you are
When I see all the
Imperfection
I know I can trust you
To handle the glorious disaster that I am
That is probably
(Of all your great qualities)
My favorite thing about you
Another bizarre feature
To add to my list of oddities
I suppose
Imperfection
From the start I have loved it
You told me you weren't perfect
And oh how I knew
So, yes, to be technical
You did hurt me
You did make me cry
But you made a mistake
A very human mistake
And you were trying to do the right thing
When I see your imperfections
I feel all the closer to you
I feel all the more at home
Because, guess what?
I'm imperfect too
I always saw myself as some sort of disaster
Some sort of pure chaos
Contained in five feet and three inches
I wondered how I would ever
If ever
Find someone who could handle that
When I see you for who you are
When I see all the
Imperfection
I know I can trust you
To handle the glorious disaster that I am
Literature
Depression
I'm tired of being here,
all locked up in my head.
Every day I hear a whisper,
and I'm closer to being dead.
Something taps me on the shoulder,
something I can't fight.
When it talks in that low voice,
my eyes are shut so tight.
Once it gets to a cetain point,
and I'm still sitting on the ground,
it tells me to do things,
I'm trying to ignore the sound.
Its voice is harsh and filled with confidence,
and I can hear a hint of sorrow.
Even when it's telling me,
I won't live to see tomorrow.
I don't know what to say,
and I don't know what to do.
I'm still hearing it now,
and I'm still suffering too.
I can't tell what its weak
Literature
Depression
Lay down your right to be human.
Put on a dazzling smile so that no one can see your pain.
You hide it all so well, but underneath your shirt you can still feel the scars.
No one knows what it is like to be you.
Your smile is but one in a billion,
A mask that you wear to ward off the questions.
Your scars are your war paint,
But this is a losing battle.
You are sent to face the demons all alone, though they will never leave your side.
So keep that pretty smile steady,
And don't let one tear drop from those stormy eyes.
Put on your war paint and go out into the world, where your smile makes you just like them.
Literature
Panic Attack
It's not like crying,
Where the pain inside is released with the tears you shed
And when you're finished you can curl up with the quiet and sleep.
It's not like sadness,
When the feeling is definite,
And you know it's not all in your head.
With this,
It claws at your chest,
Constricting your heart and your muscles lock up.
I wonder if I'll disappear.
It doesn't go away,
But lurks deep inside,
And you wonder if you're simply crazy.
Your thoughts swim as you're gasping for breath,
And even though you know it's coming,
You're still afraid.
And when it's all over,
You're still at the breaking point of emotion.
I wond
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Just kind of needed a brain dump I guess...not my fav.
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