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I'm sorry I'm a fuck-up
That I don't do as I'm told
I'm sorry I'm not submissive and that your words don't stop me cold
I don't give fuck if you hate me
That's just the worthless slut that I am
I don't care if you don't love me
Its just another blow
I'll shrug it off and walk away
Because I just don't care anymore
I'm watching every dream I have ever had crumble down around me
Your fist keeps on striking me and I don't feel a thing
I'll tear up this paper
I'll break everything in sight until there's silence
And you shut your mouth
I won't stop this pain (this pleasure) until I'm restored
It's a dirty, filthy path
And I'm nothing but your whore
So I don't care if you destroy me
If your words continue to cut
I'll just keep on screaming back
Until you get enough
That I don't do as I'm told
I'm sorry I'm not submissive and that your words don't stop me cold
I don't give fuck if you hate me
That's just the worthless slut that I am
I don't care if you don't love me
Its just another blow
I'll shrug it off and walk away
Because I just don't care anymore
I'm watching every dream I have ever had crumble down around me
Your fist keeps on striking me and I don't feel a thing
I'll tear up this paper
I'll break everything in sight until there's silence
And you shut your mouth
I won't stop this pain (this pleasure) until I'm restored
It's a dirty, filthy path
And I'm nothing but your whore
So I don't care if you destroy me
If your words continue to cut
I'll just keep on screaming back
Until you get enough
Literature
Not Anymore
You.
I love you.
I love you with all my heart and soul.
I love you, but you don't love me.
Not anymore.
Us.
It used to be us.
The two of us in sync through heart and mind.
It used to be us, loving each other.
Not anymore.
Seconds.
Every second of every day I remember you.
I see you in my memories and dreams.
Every second I remember what we used to be, and what we are no longer.
Not anymore.
Days.
Each day I wake up and for a moment still forget you're gone.
I think about all we did, and how great it felt.
Each day I had been with you was real.
Not anymore.
Wrong.
I was wrong to go so fast.
I forgot who I was, and I left
Literature
I'm Alive..?
Don't try to see the good in me
Cause it's hidden behind lock and key
I never let anyone inside
Won't let them wipe the tears I've cried
I don't think they'd really care
If they knew of all the scars I bear
They try to make me feel less worthless
But I know that I deserve this
For still having a beating heart
I'm trying not to fall apart
But you
Just take me
Make me feel
Erase these lies
Tell me what's real
Hold me close
Hold me all night
Make me feel like
I'm alive.
Literature
My Personal Hell
Please. Don't assume you know my life just because you have seen a couple of my scars.
Even if you have taken a razor to your skin, needing to see the blood flow, needing the pain.
Even if you have stood under a shower that was as hot as you could physically stand it.
Even if you have closed your eyes while in said shower, and pictured the water running down your chest was actually blood, pouring from a wound on your neck.
Even if you have cried yourself to sleep every night because that's the only time you can break down without anyone seeing.
Even if you have walked down the street, resisting with every fiber of your being, the urge
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-Ellie.
-Ellie.
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gosh your poems are so beautiful! i can relate to almost each one! and my gosh you are the first poet ive watched on DA