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I know you've always loved me
You're proud of me
But that's not enough
And you should know it
Back when I was a little kid
New to the world
You were always so busy
Always so stressed
And I was just there
Trying my best to help
And to not get in the way
Used to deal with my own problems
Since I had no right to burden others
At elementary school
I always had the best grades
With minimal effort
So everything was fine to you
I was a perfect child
But I had no friends
I was always alone
I never shared my thoughts
I just wanted to go unnoticed
To be a ghost
I got to middle school
And my life went to Hell
Still no friends
Bullied all the time
By everyone around me
My grades went down
And so did my spirit
I just wanted everything to end
But I kept it all to myself
Not to worry you
High school came
And with it
I got my heart broken
The girl I was so passionate about
Was a bitch after all
And being rejected
Made me the laughing stalk once more
The pain was unbearable
I had to let it out
Suicidal became appealing
Next it was college
Still all alone
Always at my dark corner
Without a single friend
I resorted to self harm
so I could feel something
But my good grades returned
So there were no worries
Everything was fine
Or so it seemed
Eventually, I had to remove the mask
You know all of it now
The bullying, the suicidal thoughts, the cuts
And all the rest
And guess what?
I'm not even mad at you
Your mistakes turned into my skills
My pain became my catalist
And I know myself better than most people
So thank you for breaking me
You're proud of me
But that's not enough
And you should know it
Back when I was a little kid
New to the world
You were always so busy
Always so stressed
And I was just there
Trying my best to help
And to not get in the way
Used to deal with my own problems
Since I had no right to burden others
At elementary school
I always had the best grades
With minimal effort
So everything was fine to you
I was a perfect child
But I had no friends
I was always alone
I never shared my thoughts
I just wanted to go unnoticed
To be a ghost
I got to middle school
And my life went to Hell
Still no friends
Bullied all the time
By everyone around me
My grades went down
And so did my spirit
I just wanted everything to end
But I kept it all to myself
Not to worry you
High school came
And with it
I got my heart broken
The girl I was so passionate about
Was a bitch after all
And being rejected
Made me the laughing stalk once more
The pain was unbearable
I had to let it out
Suicidal became appealing
Next it was college
Still all alone
Always at my dark corner
Without a single friend
I resorted to self harm
so I could feel something
But my good grades returned
So there were no worries
Everything was fine
Or so it seemed
Eventually, I had to remove the mask
You know all of it now
The bullying, the suicidal thoughts, the cuts
And all the rest
And guess what?
I'm not even mad at you
Your mistakes turned into my skills
My pain became my catalist
And I know myself better than most people
So thank you for breaking me
Literature
How To Raise A Borderline
Don’t recognize your child’s needs,
or at the very least see them as
secondary to your own.
Ignore your child’s tears;
tell them to buck up.
Better yet,
tell them if they don’t stop crying
you’ll give them something to cry about.
That outta teach ’em.
Weigh them down with adult demands.
Expect them to cook dinner
at nine years old
because you’ll be home late.
Force them to grow up too fast,
or don’t allow them to grow up at all
because in a child’s dependent role
is where you can control them.
Don’t be consistent,
with anything.
Change your values like you change your sex partners
Literature
My bullying story/ letter to bullies from my past
Finally, after several years, I decided to stand up to my bullies.
Thanks ahead of time to anyone who reads this to the end. (It's a bit depressing, but gets good at the end.)
The majority of these are from middle school.
I was a pretty weird kid, You know, the kid that everyone liked picking on.
Since I'm the weird one, the different one, you chose me to be your victim. You chose the defenseless, confused one, just like you all do. That's what you like, you like walking all over and spitting on the ones you know won't do anything about it.
Yeah, it made you feel good, didn't it? If feels good to make someone feel like complete crap. It feels
Literature
Dear Parents:
Strike the soft skin of your children; leave marks.
Go on: show them how hard they must become
to be like you.
Mold them to be mindless: coach them to react
with fists; make them believe that words have
little worth.
Shape them into an almighty monster: modern man.
Destroy their purity and imagination by damning them
with absurd words of a god who previous men
imagined.
Teach children to follow a leader, and to not ever
break the ci
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I disagree with that last line, tho!
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