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There's no way to determine the value of a smile-
no guidelines, no charts, nothing kept on file.
Whether it glitters, or glistens, or even gleams;
what matters most is how it came to be.
Giving someone a hug when they have a bad day,
a compliment when their self-esteem begins to decay,
or even a simple gift- significant but small-
is the best way for a smile to break someone's fall.
Expect nothing back, but delight across their face,
a sign of appreciation, a tender embrace.
For when needed most, those people will be there
to give back the smile you willingly helped them wear.
It's the time from you day and a piece from your heart;
That's the value of a smile, and the goodness you impart.
no guidelines, no charts, nothing kept on file.
Whether it glitters, or glistens, or even gleams;
what matters most is how it came to be.
Giving someone a hug when they have a bad day,
a compliment when their self-esteem begins to decay,
or even a simple gift- significant but small-
is the best way for a smile to break someone's fall.
Expect nothing back, but delight across their face,
a sign of appreciation, a tender embrace.
For when needed most, those people will be there
to give back the smile you willingly helped them wear.
It's the time from you day and a piece from your heart;
That's the value of a smile, and the goodness you impart.
Literature
Sick
I'm sick
Of not being able to cry
I'm sick
Of not having the guts to die.
I'm sick
Of not being able to let go
I'm sick
Of time and moving so slow.I'm sick
Of wishing for a miracle
I'm sick
Of nothing being spherical.
I'm sick
Of not being able to be stronger
I'm sick
Of hoping for that "little bit longer".I'm sick
Of tip-toeing, creeping around
I'm sick, I fail,
When i keep falling down.I'm sick
Of endless silent screams
Endless fears
Endless dreams
Tears that always never come,
I wish the past could be undone.
Literature
Slit Wrists
I Slit My Wrists My Neighbour Said,
Cause I Just Want To Die.
I Slit Them The Wrong Way He Said,
So I Am Still Alive
Literature
Cut
Cutting,
Splicing.
Wrists,
Twist.I cut my self,
To keep my heart on its proper shelf
If I do this,
Nothing goes amiss.
I keep things inside,
Long ago the love inside me died.My emotions shown are few.
I will pay my dues.
Make everyone think I’m fine.
Make them feel I’m fine.
I watch the blood flow from my veins.I stay locked away,
In my cell, in my chains.
All I see is darkness, I know no day.
I shed no tears,
I show no fears.
I've done this for years.I am an actress.
Showing no distress.
My life is a stage,
The spotlight, tis a deathly cage.
I don’t let them see
I’m a mess.I show them what they want to see.
I cut,
So what?
Who cares?
Who ...
just found this....wrote it for my second mom
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