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The empty void that cannot be filled
The sweet and bitter sorrow
Knowing that things just simply won't
Get any better tomorrow
The feeling that makes you want to scream
Until the bloody day is done
As you throw those love letters away
One by one
Can’t forget the good times
Can’t pretend the fun was all a lie
Can’t wish I didn’t remember
Because it hurts when he walks by
Reminiscing all the while
The laughs, the smiles, the secrets
Memories and hopes shattered
While my broken heart still frets
Standing here all alone
You’d think the pain would dull
But singing all the songs in the world
These thoughts reverberate against my skull
Seems like it’s been forever
My soul won’t seem to mend
Sometimes I wish I’d go numb
Sometimes I wish my life would end
No light at the end of this tunnel
Pitch black, all I can see
Wonder when this feeling will go
If I’ll ever run free
Free of the guilt, the shame
Free of the rejection
Free to be a butterfly
No longer under your inspection
You know, I know
That time will always heal
There’ll be a sweet end
My heart will be yours to steal
The sweet and bitter sorrow
Knowing that things just simply won't
Get any better tomorrow
The feeling that makes you want to scream
Until the bloody day is done
As you throw those love letters away
One by one
Can’t forget the good times
Can’t pretend the fun was all a lie
Can’t wish I didn’t remember
Because it hurts when he walks by
Reminiscing all the while
The laughs, the smiles, the secrets
Memories and hopes shattered
While my broken heart still frets
Standing here all alone
You’d think the pain would dull
But singing all the songs in the world
These thoughts reverberate against my skull
Seems like it’s been forever
My soul won’t seem to mend
Sometimes I wish I’d go numb
Sometimes I wish my life would end
No light at the end of this tunnel
Pitch black, all I can see
Wonder when this feeling will go
If I’ll ever run free
Free of the guilt, the shame
Free of the rejection
Free to be a butterfly
No longer under your inspection
You know, I know
That time will always heal
There’ll be a sweet end
My heart will be yours to steal
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Love and Heartbreak
Love is when you can't stop thinking about them,
when you hear their voice inside your head.
You can tell it's them just by their scent.
When you want a picture of just the two of you,
so they can always "be with you".
Love is when you call them
just to talk about anything; just to hear their voice.
When you worry about them if something happens,
when they cheer you up by giving you a hug
or just staying by your side.
Love is being able to read their eyes.
You can see when they're happy,
and help them when they're sad.
When you don't need to talk to each other,
because your eyes talk for the two of you.
Heartbreak is when you c
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ecaping heartbreak
when she cries her tears are edged with mascara and knowledge.
she's hiding under the layers and layers of makeup he slathered onto her. for the sake of making her beautiful. she's so used to the same product, but she knows she needs a new makeup remover. one that will work, wipe and clear her mind. because she doesn't need this -- but she wants it.
she's digging through the chaos of her mind, struggling to find a piece of clarity. but all she can find is despair and nights on the couch with ice cream in her lap and a phone to her ear. i thought he was the one for me, but i was wrong. again. it hurts, and sometimes when the clarity strikes
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Heartbreak...
HEARTBREAK TASTES JUST LIKE STEEL
How do you feel? I designed myself to love you more, I scratch your skin, I'm waiting outside to tell you you're lovely.
I crawl to your house and I nail myself to your door with my arms outspread, so you can see that I love you more.
I slit my wrists with porcelain and I tear my throat to shreds so you would notice me, finally, finally.
I swallow my promise to never taste this again, I'm laughing as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death
Hold out. It's such a waste to say that you need me more, when you really don't at all.
It's the iron taste of blood in my mouth from biting my ton
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I think most of us have felt this way, at some point or another, right? I dunno, I just felt like writing about it.
Update: May 13, 2012
Wow, I'm floored that since I wrote this angst-filled poem in high school eight years ago, 803 people have read it. That's 100 people a year. Thank you so much. I never though a poem written by me would be read by 803 people. Breakups still feel this way, but the person this was written about is a distant memory. It's funny - time really does heal all wounds!
Update: May 13, 2012
Wow, I'm floored that since I wrote this angst-filled poem in high school eight years ago, 803 people have read it. That's 100 people a year. Thank you so much. I never though a poem written by me would be read by 803 people. Breakups still feel this way, but the person this was written about is a distant memory. It's funny - time really does heal all wounds!
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I feel this way and I'm in 7th grade.... I broke up with him, and I fell as though I made the biggest mistake in my life....