Gallery
Literature
Nothing
"It's okay", they say
"You'll be fine" they say
Every day, they say
The same shit
Always say
What they think
Is right
What might
Be right
But it's never
Right
Still can't sleep
At night
Because her world
Is spinning
And stopping
And spinning
Throwing off
Her balance
Never
Is she winning
Her life is a joke
Guess she forgot to laugh
She's just so lost
Can't seem to find the right path
Daddy cheats on Mommy
And Mommy is a psycho
Daughter is a failure
Mommy and daddy make sure she knows
They tell her every day
Open their mouths only to say
Things that break her down
Send her spiraling to the ground
Lower than
All
207 deviations
Literature
Nothing
"It's okay", they say
"You'll be fine" they say
Every day, they say
The same shit
Always say
What they think
Is right
What might
Be right
But it's never
Right
Still can't sleep
At night
Because her world
Is spinning
And stopping
And spinning
Throwing off
Her balance
Never
Is she winning
Her life is a joke
Guess she forgot to laugh
She's just so lost
Can't seem to find the right path
Daddy cheats on Mommy
And Mommy is a psycho
Daughter is a failure
Mommy and daddy make sure she knows
They tell her every day
Open their mouths only to say
Things that break her down
Send her spiraling to the ground
Lower than
Featured
201 deviations
Photography
105 deviations
Literature
.Highway
This was the worst rainstorm Wistville had ever seen. The sky, grayer than frigid steel. The streets, drowning in small waves of polluted water. And I could taste just how polluted it was as cars whizzed frantically by, their tires spraying back water through my shattered window. I felt the blood, heavy, rushing to my aching head as it throbbed fast at pace with my beating heart. It's expected to feel this panic when you're in a car upside down on the side of a disoriented highway. In the driver's seat was my best friend, Josh. If one of us went through something, both of us went through something. That's how close we
Literature
28 deviations
Digital Art
5 deviations
Literature
Unfinished
I just want to tell you…
In some simple words
On this sheet of paper
With its little blue lines
Its faded red margin
Its ripped 3 holes
I just want you to know…
With this chewed up pencil
With its chipping wood
Its worn out eraser
Its dull graphite
Scraps
2 deviations
