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no title -no. 93 give up- by ~artysanniegirl:iconartysanniegirl:



I’m not sure how to let anything out anymore
Don’t want people to see
Yet
I want people to know me

I don’t want to feel rejected
Or scorned
Because of something I have no control over

Not sure how to express myself because of doubts
About my world
My friends
My “talent”
About me

Who am I?
Just some 14 year old “emo” girl
Having mood swings and teen angst?

I can’t live this life very long
Having friends mad at me
Leaving me when they thought I left them
I never used to have friends
It made life easier for me
But now I can’t lose them
Or myself

Crunched up in a box
And thrown in the gutter
Life feels too big around me
Too wild and crazy
I need control and balance
I need friends who care about me

I really wonder if anyone would notice
No one has so far,
My suicidal urges,
Just to get away from the world
I don’t know if I could
Christians don’t believe in that
But I think that if I was in a near death experience tomorrow
That I would care
And I would see my real friends

I need directions
A map
Something
To help me
(1)Why haven’t you God?
What’s keeping you?
©2007-2010 ~artysanniegirl
:iconartysanniegirl:

Author's Comments

okay wats really weird about this is that i have really no memory of writting this (and i forgot to put the date like i like to for my sake) but it was in my book so hey lol

as u can see...sad time

OO

(1)Why haven’t you God?
What’s keeping you?


this is a referal to the 'Lost God'....

soo yeah......

and i have no idea how i forgot about this :confused:

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:iconthekind123:
oo that happens to me left stuff behind my dresser never to be explored

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cheers
:iconbry-kun:
You're too depressed o_O Don't I help at all? o:

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If time is an illusion, what's my watch?
:iconartysanniegirl:
hehe thats very.....umm.....descriptive in a kinda funny to me way....no offence intended

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People are like slinkies
They are useless
But you can't help but smile
When you push them down the stairs
:iconmwashley:
Somnambulistic poetry??

Very vivid. Short, choppy thoughts fit the piece perfectly. Lots of emotion (that's not necessarily a bad thing) and the allusions to religion show an understanding of the problem and a desire to believe in something better.

I like.

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Imagination sets us free to be just what we want to be. . .
:iconmwashley:
This reminds me of the girl in this series:

[link]

I knew it felt familiar, but I had to go back and search to find what it felt similar to.

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Imagination sets us free to be just what we want to be. . .
:iconartysanniegirl:
lol usually choppy in my school means crap and when u said it fits perfectly i was like..o ok :) ahah and thank you

wat does somnambulistic mean? lol i never thought u could spell anything like that

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People are like slinkies
They are useless
But you can't help but smile
When you push them down the stairs
:iconartysanniegirl:
hehe thats a nice pic...it ALMOST looks like me but the face is differnt....

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People are like slinkies
They are useless
But you can't help but smile
When you push them down the stairs
:iconmwashley:
Of or relating to sleep. i.e. Writing poetry in your sleep that you discover for the first time while awake ;-)

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Imagination sets us free to be just what we want to be. . .
:iconthekind123:
not i do not have magasines behind my dresser

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cheers

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