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My heroes have fallen and risen
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Don't care about titles, Just need to vent

I've dreamed of one thing My entire life, one selfless thing. I would hold myself and whisper "I've not met you, yet And I've still got time Time to make sure your life will be perfect, But I love you more than anything." I would smile and imagine what was in store. Pastel walls and rocking chairs Photographs, knit blankets, teddy bears. A man who would hold part of my heart A smiling child that would hold the rest. Fate was not so kind. My only life goal Ripped away from me. Before I was born. I was condemned. The pastel walls turned dingy A baby's laughter faded. My dreams remain the same, But now I hold myself I cry t

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70 deviations
Literature

Don't care about titles, Just need to vent

I've dreamed of one thing My entire life, one selfless thing. I would hold myself and whisper "I've not met you, yet And I've still got time Time to make sure your life will be perfect, But I love you more than anything." I would smile and imagine what was in store. Pastel walls and rocking chairs Photographs, knit blankets, teddy bears. A man who would hold part of my heart A smiling child that would hold the rest. Fate was not so kind. My only life goal Ripped away from me. Before I was born. I was condemned. The pastel walls turned dingy A baby's laughter faded. My dreams remain the same, But now I hold myself I cry t

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Pouring Thoughts

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Love is sanity's enemy

Lying with my thoughts collected I hear the Siren's call. Beckoning me with a soothing lie. Extending its wraithlike hand to me. The touch is toxic, causes madness. The strongest of people succumb to temptation. Skeptically, I clasp onto the hand The world crumbles beneath me. Ever word lingers momentarily Then evaporates with no hope of salvation. Stability was a concept I was so sure of, Something I was certain I had. My heart lusted for something more Something that appeared blissful. How cunning love was, deceptive. Such a strong façade it upheld. Concealing inevitable pain beneath its beauty. Love bled me of everyth

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