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.Broken1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
My Declaration of IndependenceYou pathetic little shit.My Declaration of Independence3 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.
A thousand more,a thousand less..A simple kiss in a white cold winter,A thousand more,a thousand less..7 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....
The purest of emotionsYou are the constant holder of my thoughtsThe purest of emotions7 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.
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 eatinFreckles14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Slamming MyselfNo one cares about me, that’s why I’m aloneSlamming Myself14 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 Up15 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
ReminderHey, always remember to have that "Hope" antidote in your pocket! You never know when you'll need it...Reminder17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cNo one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No oneNo one cares. No one cares. No one cares. No one c18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Emotion to Literature: DepressionDo you know the difference between wanting to die and wanting to stop living?Emotion to Literature: Depression19 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.
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 DA20 hours 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
D is for Dawn"Hey, who are you?"D is for Dawn20 hours 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-"
True Story about putting up W/ExThere was a girl in brown hair & black sweater, she was young (12-13) & beautiful but behind her green eyes there was a sad & dying girl who wanted to be free from the suffering of her Ex-Girlfriend. Bugging her, using her, abused her, & molesting her for 4 months until her dad found out & broke them up, trying to her in jail. But this girl didn’t let that happened, she let her mom know & her dad since then the Ex kept trying to contact her after she was reported to Police. 2 months later they talked again but the Ex was Smoking & the girl got upset after the Ex Had PROMISED to not smoke, the Ex started telling her that she was moving. The girl was happy because she was free but one problem though, she still had the Ex’s social media accounts so guess what she did? She blocked them Facebook, Twitch, Tumbler, Google+,Etc. After blocking her she was happy & smiled because she free from the prison she had been capitated in that unfair loveTrue Story about putting up W/Ex23 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A liar And A FoolThose who promise are liars, because there is no guarantee that they can keep it.A liar And A Fool1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Those who love are fools, for they do foolish things.
But it is alright, because those who do such things do so for a reason.
It means they care...
I too, am a liar and a fool.
I'm really stupid aren't I???I didn't notice that I took a picture from a artist the post name is "poor dog.." I AM DOOMED!!!!!I'm really stupid aren't I???1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
And I'm very sorry
Spreading the Word of GOD 46Spreading the Word of GOD 461 day ago in Emotional More Like This
6 If we say that we have fellowship with him, and walk in darkness, we lie, and do not the truth:
7 But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin.
8 If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.
9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.
10 If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us.
2: 1 My little children, these things write I unto you, that ye sin not. And if any man sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous:
2 And he is the propitiation for our sins: and not for ours only, but also for the sins of the whole world.
3 And hereby we do know that we know him, if we keep his commandments.
NostalgiaI can't remember how long it's been.Nostalgia1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
How long it's been since I last was able to spend time with you.
The last time I said I loved you.
The last time you told me not to cry because you'd be there no matter what.
And even now you're still by my side. Throughout everything that's happened. You're still here. With me, and you still plan to stay by me.
I don't know why you've stayed for so long. Especially for someone like me. I know you said you loved me, but I never thought that you loved me that much.
I still remember the day that you first held me in your arms. It was my birthday. I was so happy that you were able to come. You were the one I loved. The one I really wanted to spend time with. I'm glad you made time for me. I still remember your warmth and the security I felt with you. You made me feel like nothing could ever hurt me again at that moment. I was relaxed, content, happy. I had my ear against my chest and I could feel and hear how fast your heart was beating. I wondered if
PukeYou just contacted me several timesPuke2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
After + 4 long months since you last ignored me
I'm crying because for once I'm not going to answer you
It's not easy to admit.
Held back a lot of tears,
Breached a lot of fears.
But you, you always held position of breaking me down
And so you just did, quit spilling so much adrenaline inside me
I need to puke.
Sister in rehab
Dad at work always
Mom can't help to be in the hospital
This repetition of what happened years ago to a younger soul.
But maybe I can be strong like before,
I'll fall down if it's real, the sight may be worth something.
No abusing this time, maybe I can do it.
I just want to do the right thing.
For me. For you.
I'm desperately sorry I'm not going to answer you
But it's still not for certain
Everything right now seems dangerous
You were my favorite person
You still are
But with everything I have and don't have, and everything I lost
Everything in my w
Just Another ThoughtIt's sad when you realize, that the biggest memory you have of your father is the saddest one of all.Just Another Thought2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
It's sad when you can barely remember his face,
Nor his smell,
Or even how he spoke or wrote.
What you end up remembering when your father practically dies in front of you,
Is words your grandmother and mother spoke to you to make you feel better.
But you sit there watching him die,
There's nothing you could ever try to make him wake up and jump around,
And it breaks your heart as a 16 year old,
Only wanting her father to be sitting on the couch with you, laughing and making jokes!
It hurts worse when the next several years,
You are surrounded by chaos.
You make a mad dash towards what you hope will make you forget that day,
But instead all it does is,
Make your heart hurt worse.
You surround yourself with people,
Act like a different person in the hopes that what will become of it,
Is NOT what actually comes to be.
You sit around the house all day,
Wondering what the fuck you could do
SpiritusGrass-eater, messy cannibal mouthfull of soil – speak the foreign nature language.Spiritus2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Saltwater lakes submerge to clean my bones for burial and another being wears my skin, at home in
the acidity of harvest digestion. I was out of season, weak blooming a fragile vibrancy falling out of
youth with single-digit roots, leeching the warmth until all around is a graveyard. No sound.
Pleasure skin flushed ‘unethical’ husk, not to be worn at home, but I find in me a lover that cannot be
satiated, kneecap kisses and carpet thrones where I pray in incense haze, this greed a lust beyond
desire. Worn gray-skin coat in winter months turned paper wreaths that dance beneath the
floorboards of my ribs.
Some whirlwind bites, whirlpool seams, seasonal juice dripping leftovers of celestial remains that I
swallow in divination stumbles. Bleaching dreamer a blood subject, and we staunch the wounds with
lavender and ice. A saltwater birth, transfixed pools submerged veil, breath diverged fro
TitleMinecatyou sat playing “cow evolution” on her new Iphone. Waiting for a reply from a watcher she was talking to, she loved talking to her watchers, followers, and subscribers. as talking to them heeded a better chance of achieving her real internet goal, she joked about it being to be on youtube rewind or something. But her real goal, is a name, a title To most, it was insignificant. But to her, to her it is the greatest honor a creator could resive. To be called it was to join them, her favorites, to be called that is to be excepted as a content creator, a hero. Minecat smiled as she resited the name in her mindTitle2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I hate this feelingThis thing...that you had probably felt tooI hate this feeling2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
A fight with the endocrine system, the brain, the heart and the feelings
A chemical reaction that some people like to call love.
Love...I refuse to think that that is what I'm feeling
I don't want it...
And that's the fight...a fight against it
And I'm sure I'm gonna lose...I'm afraid of it...
Because I know it won't end well...
The heart will win, along with the feelings
And then...the heart will lose. Because it will be broken
And the feelings, those sweet feelings, will turn against me...
And I don't want that...I truly don't...
But I know...sooner or later...the heart will win...
And I'm going to lose...