The purest of emotionsYou are the constant holder of my thoughtsThe purest of emotions11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
My emotions strung between your fingertips like the lined details of your eyes
You look at me and I feel it
Near me and it resonates
I think of a thousand words I want to say to you, but I won't say them.
A thousand things I want to do to you, but I can't do them.
The blood red purity of strong emotion that we take for granted
You are what moves me, day by day.
Even when your name is spoken, I feel it.
Even when I see your picture, I feel it.
I feel how much I hate you, and that surprises you, doesn't it?
Go back out into the sunlight, I'll keep my windows shut.
the truth when I started DAGuys when I started DA I thought the pictures that people posted came from the internet so then I went to the internet and got some pictures then uploaded it to DA . next day I went on DA and someone commented on one of my post and it said "your an art stealer" and I said "how am I an art stealer" then the person said "you stole my picture" at first I was confused and later I found out your not supposed to post a drawing from someone without permission. After that my life was a misery. No one payed attention to me,or even cared. So then I started watching others to see if anyone watched back. Someone did. I was so happy I got 40 watchers and then I started drawing and posting my drawings. By luck a lot of people started watching me. After that day I never took drawings again.the truth when I started DA1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Please do not get angry or freak out I told you this because a good friend made me say the truth
Now you know my story
Thank you all for being a good friend ... you all gave me
My Declaration of IndependenceYou pathetic little shit.My Declaration of Independence7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Yes, you. Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, bane of my existence.
The one leeching off others and controlling them for 60 years.
So helpless, so pitiful, so infirm and unfortunate.
Fuck you. I will not give you the victory of seeing me locked up.
I will not give you the victory of seeing me cry - not again.
You will get nothing but disdain, until you learn what it's like to be me.
What it's like to be expected to provide for everyone except myself.
What it's like to be unheard.
Raped and congratulated for it.
Enslaved and told it's an achievement.
Attacked for no fucking reason.
Not being allowed to be myself, not for a day, not for an hour.
Fuck you, and everyone like you.
I will not die for your pleasure. Only for my own.
Only I have the right to make a decision about that.
No more Miss Nice Girl. No more hating myself for your flaws.
Go and rot in hell.
ReminderHey, always remember to have that "Hope" antidote in your pocket! You never know when you'll need it...Reminder20 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
D is for Dawn"Hey, who are you?"D is for Dawn1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
"A stranger. Shoo, shoo. Leave."
"Oh, not for long!
Some nice books you have there.
"I said I didn't want you here."
"Here, as in where I am now.
So I should move closer to you
so I'm not 'here', right?"
"Nettle! Let's go fly a kite~
We're going on a trip in our favorite
rocket ship, SOARING THROUGH THE-"
Slamming MyselfNo one cares about me, that’s why I’m aloneSlamming Myself17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I’m an asshole, my family hates me
They just don’t say
Everyone hates me, they just hide it
They think I don’t know, but I see it in their eyes
They’re judging me
Waiting for me to slip up
And they laugh
Oh do they laugh
…. They don’t laugh with me. I act like they do, but they don’t. They laugh AT me. They laugh at how different I am. They laugh at how much of a wuss I am. They laugh at how mentally damaged I am.
It’s so obvious and yet no one cares. I am a mentally damaged individual, yet no one gives a shit. That’s why I’m destined to be alone. Because no one cares.
No one cares, no one cares, no one cares, no one cares, you’ll be alone the rest of your life.
Why don’t you end it already? It’s going to be pointless, anyway. Everyone else has someone that loves them, so why not me?
Because they can’t. I’m too unapproachable. I
Given UpPain is the only real thing that I feel now. There is no love, no kindness, no amount of warmth flowing through my body.Given Up18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I feel so lost and alone like no one will ever be able to help me.
I feel like i'm being pushed to the edge and I won't be able to make it out of this alive anymore.
I'm trembling with fear, but what is it that i'm so scared of?
I was never accepted by anyone no matter what I did or said.
Sometimes I wonder how I even lasted this long without killing myself...
I know it's because I was too scared to do so, but I always had something worse happen every day, and if not, every week, so why is it that I have stayed for so long?
I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to cut my veins and watch every last bit of blood leek out my fragile body before I finally fall to the ground and accept my death.
I've never been seen as anything more than the trash that I am.
Here in my day and society, i'm so used to the constant abuse that everyone bestows upon me that I can refrain fr
Emotion to Literature: DepressionDo you know the difference between wanting to die and wanting to stop living?Emotion to Literature: Depression22 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't want my body to die. It's the only thing that's mine.
But I want to stop living.
I want the idea of me to die. It's everyone's except mine.
If you understand me, walk with me. Let's talk depression.
I refused to take the pills, because the moment I take them, I would feel like a patient. A person with a problem. Fuck that. I'm not sick, dammit.
I want 'me' to die. I want to start over again.
But there's no guarantee that I'll start over if I end 'me' right now.
See what I mean? It's meta, but you get it, right?
Walk with me.
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FrecklesYou know what would be nice? I would love to go skinny dipping or something in the woods with him. Or like, staying in a small cabin with a fireplace and it’s snowing outside, and we’re buried in quilts and blankets nude to keep each other warm. Or camping out in the beach. Snorkelling would be nice too. Doing dumb shenanigans like playing hide and seek in the park or in the woods. Spend the night in a slide on a playground. Go camping and count the stars. Just spending time with him and lying down on a hill at night staring at each other’s eyes and there’s just silence. I want him to spend the night one day when there’s a lightning/thunder storm so I could feel safe and protected in his arms. I want to go out one day, but when we’re walking home, it starts to pour, so we would have to race home. And then we would take a warm bath to warm up with music and candles. Then when we’re done, we could watch old VHS movies while drinking tea and eatinFreckles17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A thousand more,a thousand less..A simple kiss in a white cold winter,A thousand more,a thousand less..11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A warm touch for a scorged skin,
A glance in the eyes, a story for the soul
A feeling ever going without a destination...
A hug...Oh and what an intense hug it is...!
A dream of life and everlasting
A hope of happiness and understanding
A story of love, a story of salvation.
A hurting tear in a everlasting nightmare....
A Thousand more, a thousand less...
These are the things you are to me.
A hope for immortality,
A cruse into damnation....
Finn! Please read the despcription first/ bitte lies zuerst die Beschreibung !Finn2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Der Tag beginnt ganz normal. Ich stehe auf, ziehe mich an und gehe die Treppe runter, mache mir mein Müsli und beginne zu frühstücken. Irgendwann im Laufe der Zeit kommen erst meine Mutter, dann mein Bruder in die Küche und frühstücken ebenfalls.
Kurz bevor ich mit dem Rad losfahre, kommt meine Mutter auf mich zu. „Gestern Abend ist der zweite Stock von einem Club in der Stadt abgebrannt. Nicht dass du dich heute in der Schule wunderst, wenn jemand den Brand erwähnt.“ Im ersten Moment bin ich erschrocken. Ein paar meiner Klassenkameraden wollten gestern Abend feiern gehen. Doch dann schüttele ich den Kopf über meine eigene Fantasie. Es wird wohl nicht ausgerechnet der Club sein, in dem sich wohl die Hälfte unseres Jahrgangs gestern getroffen hat.
Als ich in der Schule angekommen bin ist es fast acht Uhr, gehetzt springe ich die Treppen zum
BrokenI can only feel my heart. My senses are gone. The pulsing is loud and strong, but I don't know what it means. Am I lost? I don't think so. Then again, I really don't know anything. Everything has failed me. Why has this world broken me so much? What did I do wrong? Can I fix it? Nothingness is all there is for me. All I exist in is nothing. Who can I trust? I don't know what trust is. I don't know what love is. I don't know what you are. I don't know what I am. I feel ill. I feel cold. I feel hot. I feel dead. I wonder if I am dead. I always say that I am. Maybe it's true. Maybe everything has left me. Maybe all I can feel is the clockwork of my heart as it pulls on the strands of a singular dimension of non-existence.Broken5 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Un ruido en la nocheEl sonido se escuchó por toda la casa. Un ruido que llenó las cuatro paredes de su habitación. Y que sin embargo, nadie detectó, más que él.Un ruido en la noche3 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Sus manos fueron a su rostro, cubriéndolo. Y pudo sentir, después de mucho tiempo, la verdadera forma de su cara.
Las lagrimas mojaron sus manos temblorosas. Agradeció que fuera de noche, pues la obscuridad ocultaba su patético ser de si mismo.
Giró su cuerpo sobre la cama. Una mano seguía en su rostro, mientras que dirigió la otra al piso, tanteándolo, buscando los pedazos de su máscara.
Esa máscara que había caído, rompiéndose contra el suelo, produciendo un ruido espantoso, que habría levantado a los muertos de sus tumbas.
Uno a uno recogió los pedazos, colocándolos sobre su regazo. Y uno a uno volvió a armar su máscara.
La contempló por un momento, soltando su cara para sostenerla con las dos manos, utilizando la poca lu