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You make me so fucking sick.
Never have I felt such intense hatred and disgust
You’re a horrible excuse for a human being
You can fuck with me no more.
I’ve grown beyond your games and lies.
You may have think you’ve won,
But wait and see how you feel about yourself
When it’s time for you to leave this Earth.
Your name will be spat upon.
As you bleed from every orifice of your body,
You will be counting your seconds here
Begging for forgiveness
As I laugh in your face and watch you gasp for air.
You are nothing.
Never have I felt such intense hatred and disgust
You’re a horrible excuse for a human being
You can fuck with me no more.
I’ve grown beyond your games and lies.
You may have think you’ve won,
But wait and see how you feel about yourself
When it’s time for you to leave this Earth.
Your name will be spat upon.
As you bleed from every orifice of your body,
You will be counting your seconds here
Begging for forgiveness
As I laugh in your face and watch you gasp for air.
You are nothing.
Literature
Lesbian
My thoughts wandered back into my fourth grade mind frame.
She had beautiful blonde hair and blue eyes,
And a perfectly white smile that reflected the sunlight like a mirror.
She was a good teacher, mmmhmmm, good to look at,
And I even knew it back then,
Before I knew I was a lesbian.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Ranbows are red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple,
And so am I!
My thoughts wandered back into memories of Sam, my first girlfriend.
She was shorter than I was, with wavy black curls,
And with hazel eyes that seemed so enchanting,
And she had beautiful pale white skin, mmmhmmm, lovely girl,
And I knew it
Literature
HoMoPhObIa
Ew, look at that
Father, grab the bat
She raped me with her eyes
She speaks of love, lies
Perversity and sin
Our side is larger, we will win
Satan knocks at our door
Their love is slime upon our floor
We can't touch them, it is wrong
Stoners, sex-dolls, the list is long
Kill her now, don't you see?
There is no heaven for her or me
Burn them in the church they taint
Their lies, our fear, the life it ain't
We'll fear him till he's dead
He has a boy in his bed!
Sinners, one and all!
Kill them, kill them all!
Your slumber parties safe again
Your sports teams are without sin
They chose this fate, not I
Teach the dykes and fags
Literature
Cutting Days
Do you remember those days?
I sure do.
The days where I'd wear long sleeves or armbands no matter what the weather.
cover the scars with tons of make-up
Make up stories about the cuts on my arms or legs
"The cat did it"
"I got it shaving"
"I fell in the woods"
Stupid excuses like that.
I remember the days
when people would whisper when I walk in the room.
The days when people called me a freak
or a emo
or a attention whore
or a psycho
just because I cut myself.
I remember the days
That I'd hide my razors
clean the blood off the floor
wash my bedsheets late and night so no one saw.
I remember the days
when I couldn't sleep
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Really? You think I'm afraid of you? Or of dying? Come at me, you piece of shit, if you dare, in reality, not hiding behind a screen.