All my life I've always hidden
what I really am,
for what I really stand,
And the diseases that I am ridden
Every night to lie in bed
crying, trying to think
dying, dancing on the brink
of the realms of the living, and the dead.
Love is hate, and hate is mercy
condemnation is a blessing
and prosperity is enstressing
kindness depends on what anger sees.
Gunshots ringing in my skull
killing in only spite
channeling all my might
falling asleep too the bloody lull
Figures dancing across my sight
ignorantly brandishing murder
wicked takers, soul herders
haughty brawlers in a never-ending fight.
Secrets swirl around my feet
forming acrimonious
I wiggle out from under my blanket
And whisper, "are you there?"
When no one answered back
That signals my starting flare.
I Google my desires
And it promptly pulls it up.
My heart is racing fast
And my phone screen all lit up.
Straining and paining
I keep it up right now
My right hand aches a lot
And I wonder why and how.
What is this relaxation,
What is this dark sensation?
Soft and exhausted,
Sore with manipulation.
I draw in a long deep breath
Then slowly let it out
I hate this and I love this
I want to die and shout.
I try not to feel the aftermath
The discomfort and the claim
Of happiness and pleasure
And that it's all just t
I rage against what I am
I rage against what I do
I rage against what I'm letting myself become. . .
Conformed to this sin-cursed world, I struggle to be free.
But the wicked scoff and lay hold of me, tearing my flesh from my bones until I am nothing but a shredded corpse.
This evil, greedy heart within me licks it's lips when I fall prey,
when I lie, when I cheat, when I forget to pray.
I cannot live if I am already dead, so please. Revive me. Lift me to your heavenly realms that I might be able to understand what you feel for me- why you loved me so much.
Gone like a fleeting shadow, a vapor- here only for an instant.
The pleasures a
The dread of seeing you when I wake up consumes me till I want to cry
The pain I glean when interacting with you hurts so much I'd rather die
You rip me
You trip me
You hit me
You slit me
Not in actuality of course, because physical wounds usually heal.
But mental ones, you will always feel
All my life I've always hidden
what I really am,
for what I really stand,
And the diseases that I am ridden
Every night to lie in bed
crying, trying to think
dying, dancing on the brink
of the realms of the living, and the dead.
Love is hate, and hate is mercy
condemnation is a blessing
and prosperity is enstressing
kindness depends on what anger sees.
Gunshots ringing in my skull
killing in only spite
channeling all my might
falling asleep too the bloody lull
Figures dancing across my sight
ignorantly brandishing murder
wicked takers, soul herders
haughty brawlers in a never-ending fight.
Secrets swirl around my feet
forming acrimonious
I wiggle out from under my blanket
And whisper, "are you there?"
When no one answered back
That signals my starting flare.
I Google my desires
And it promptly pulls it up.
My heart is racing fast
And my phone screen all lit up.
Straining and paining
I keep it up right now
My right hand aches a lot
And I wonder why and how.
What is this relaxation,
What is this dark sensation?
Soft and exhausted,
Sore with manipulation.
I draw in a long deep breath
Then slowly let it out
I hate this and I love this
I want to die and shout.
I try not to feel the aftermath
The discomfort and the claim
Of happiness and pleasure
And that it's all just t
I rage against what I am
I rage against what I do
I rage against what I'm letting myself become. . .
Conformed to this sin-cursed world, I struggle to be free.
But the wicked scoff and lay hold of me, tearing my flesh from my bones until I am nothing but a shredded corpse.
This evil, greedy heart within me licks it's lips when I fall prey,
when I lie, when I cheat, when I forget to pray.
I cannot live if I am already dead, so please. Revive me. Lift me to your heavenly realms that I might be able to understand what you feel for me- why you loved me so much.
Gone like a fleeting shadow, a vapor- here only for an instant.
The pleasures a
The dread of seeing you when I wake up consumes me till I want to cry
The pain I glean when interacting with you hurts so much I'd rather die
You rip me
You trip me
You hit me
You slit me
Not in actuality of course, because physical wounds usually heal.
But mental ones, you will always feel
SketchyTwi (https://www.deviantart.com/sketchytwi)
1. What does your Deviantart name mean and why?
Horsefinity
I made it up when I was 9 years old and I needed a username for Minecraft
At the time, I was obsessed with horses and thought I would be forever
So I combined "horse" with "infinity"
I only keep it now because I still love the name
2. What fandom were you obsessed with when you joined and what are you into now?
I was in the Five Nights at Freddy's, My Little Pony, Warriors, and Wings of Fire
Now I'm in Warriors, Wings of Fire, furries, Steven Universe, Creepypasta, and a whole lot more
3. How many watchers do you have now?
194 and I'm pretty sure most of them a
I'm lost in this limbo
Stuck
No way to escape
I've been told there is one way
To be happy
Truely happy
I can't
I feel helpless
Hopeless
Hated
Shut out
Invisible
I don't feel recognized for my talents and my gifts
So still
I feel hopeless
Guess you could say I'm a ghost
I can't be seen
There's this someone calling out to me
Who's there?
Is that-
No, it can't be
It is. . .
It's Blue
I feel happy now
He mentioned all my talents and said he liked it
No, wait
He said he loves it
Including me, myself
I feel an urge of glee sprouting out
I pass out
Where am I?
"Home" A voice said
Odd, that voice sounds familiar
My eyes open and you know who I
The surgery went very well and I'm home now. I was still a little loopy when this picture was taken. Thank you to all of you who prayed for/wished me luck!
If I was to give my life for you, I would You were the dog that made me happy The dog that changed my life in a great way And that great way led the both of us to a relationship I will never forget All I can really say is that I love you very much and a warm-hearted thank you
I don’t know where you are anymore, but I know I’ll see you again someday. With high hopes you’ll return, -Wolfy