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Leave this WorldI will slit my wrists
to watch the blood fall to the floor
to end my life for good
and nobody cry a single tear
I will leave this world
pretend that I never existed
This life dont need me no more
I am better off gone from this world
I will slit my wrists
to ease the pain
I can't take the crying
I can't take this pain
There is no hope in this world
There is no reason to live
I will leave this world for good
Maybe someday I will be reborn
Goodbye(again.)There is a part of me that clings to you
the part of me where my heartbeats stack up in piles
and needs you
I need you, constantly
like air or blood or anything vital, as real as metaphors and piles of
stacked-up heartbeats, breaths taken and
exhaled; I need you.
I need you and sometimes it overwhelms me.
The part of me that's still afraid and still a little hurt,
or maybe a lot hurt.
You hurt me so much and I love you more than anything else
And I'm happy. I love you like my hands soaring through the air outside a car window
wind through my hair and grinning smiles across our faces
But every now and then something slices through my joy and sends me reeling
in fear and pain and I can't let you leave me again
I'm 85% sure you won't.
The other 15% of me sits in the corner and clings to you in desperation
so utterly fucking terrified that you'll break my heart again.
I fear sometimes that I'm still missing a piece, that some part of me
has chipped off and can only be painted ove
For the BrokenThis is for the ones like me,
The ones who are broken but none can see.
This is for the ones who've been lost,
The ones who've paid a high cost.
This is for the broken souls,
Whose lives have washed up on barren shoals.
This is for the ones who were broken in another's hands,
The ones who've cried enough tears to cover vast lands.
This is for the girl who has become unclean under his touch,
For the boy who's suffered just as much.
This is for the people shattered on the ground,
For the ones who suffer without making a sound.
This is for the broken ones,
For all the daughters and sons.
Eternal Sleeping BeautyTears fall as she lays asleep,
In a bed made of glass,
She watches as people pass,
Leaving her alone to weep.
Her heart waits for the one,
Who will bring her into bliss,
With true loves first kiss,
As if it was the morning sun.
But her heart aches with each passing day,
Laying in her box like an unopened toy,
She watches others do nothing but enjoy,
While she wishes to be invited to play.
But alas time passes by,
Her heart slowly becoming glass,
Like each day maybe her last,
Unafraid to die.
Will someone decide to try?
Will someone break the glass that has become her tomb?
Will they take her heart and let it bloom?
Will they make her soar in the untouched sky?
The Life I have once LivedI was beaten
Torn, ripped to shreds
Left with no hope
left with a life unknown
Thats what I was known as
Heart ripped apart
That's how my life was known as
every moment of everyday
No good to this life
No good to this world
Nobody liked me
always thrown around
Will anybody truly understand?
all the lies that I made up
"really I'm fine"
while deep down
I am dying
Will anybody care to know?
will anybody care to understand?
The Life that I have once lived
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