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Forget meYou forgot me
You plain and simple forgot me
Sure, you still know my name
and you would still recognize me,
but you forgot that I mattered
Who I was,
probably my face
I remember you
I remember you everey day
How much you matter to me
How you made me smile
How I'd love you, if you'd let me
Who you are,
I gave up my dreams,
but still have them
The 'you and I' dreams
Gone, but still haunting me
To Feel NothingThey say that feeling pain is better than feeling nothing.
I don't agree.
Feeling nothing gives me the idea that I'm safe, that no one can hurt me.
That I'm alone, but in the right way.
That I don't have to tell people what's going on in me, for there's nothing going on in me.
Feeling numb is like ignoring all the pain, like knowing what's wrong, but you don't have to emotially respond to it.
So no, I'd rather not feel pain. Pain makes me feel alone and miserable and excluded, for I'm the only one to feel the pain the way I feel it.
When I'm sad and pained, I tend to cut myself off. To isolate myself. Which is stupid and causes only more pain. And eventually jealousy, because I want to be happy and good again.
But we don't show our pain, do we now? We dont let people know we're hurt. Why not?
Because we don't want to bother others with it. We want others to be happy and good for us.
And, without getting all personal and dramatic, take me (or any ohter sad girl for al it matters).
Shut up and love me"And than the other team won, it was hilari---"
Shut it. Stop talking, I don't wanne hear what ever you have to say anymore!
Shut up! For years we have been talking to eachother about everything that happens in our lifes.
"Yes, ofcourse, we're best frie---"
Shut up! Shut up and love me. Shut up and kiss me. I don't wanna know what happend. I want you to love me. So shut up and love me.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
daydreams and monsters.she was a girl.
she ran with the moon,
chased fireflies in the bluegrass, and
watched the reflection of sunsets in rain puddles.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
but to the dragonflies she was a queen,
and to the mirror she was a sister.
the moon was her prince, and the
blinking windows were the eyes
that kept her safe.
she spent her nights making wishes, and she
dragged her fingers along the shooting stars
that were tangled with her vertebrae.
her name was Alice,
and she was a girl.
her body was a river
her mind was an ocean
and her heart was the sky.
she lived in a world where
doves flew in the sea and
whales swam in the
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
UnprettyMirror mirror on the wall,
Can you say I'm the fairest of them all?
No, 'cause you can't lie,
But won't you even try?
So that just for now,
I could somehow,
That I don't consist merely out of air,
But that I matter.
I'm not greater, nor better.
I won't make the world stop turning,
I won't change a thing.
I am just air.
I can't expect anyone to care.
To care for me.
I'm just unpretty.
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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