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You have been hurt.
You have been beaten and you have been ridiculed.
And as I look into your eyes, I read your pain.
I read your pain as my own.
I have been down the road you're trekking.
And though the end may seem so far off,
There is always a light at the end.
I know it is easier said than done,
But you are strong.
I used to be in your position,
I knew how hard it was.
The effort to wait out the storm is worth it.
I had been hurt.
I had been beaten and ridiculed.
My eyes reflected the same pain as yours.
I read your pain as my own.
Now look at where I have ended up.
I am happy and I am living my life.
If I can do it, I know you can too.
Just let the storm pass,
And i promise you will see a rainbow when the clouds clear.
You have been beaten and you have been ridiculed.
And as I look into your eyes, I read your pain.
I read your pain as my own.
I have been down the road you're trekking.
And though the end may seem so far off,
There is always a light at the end.
I know it is easier said than done,
But you are strong.
I used to be in your position,
I knew how hard it was.
The effort to wait out the storm is worth it.
I had been hurt.
I had been beaten and ridiculed.
My eyes reflected the same pain as yours.
I read your pain as my own.
Now look at where I have ended up.
I am happy and I am living my life.
If I can do it, I know you can too.
Just let the storm pass,
And i promise you will see a rainbow when the clouds clear.
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"We're all human," Says a man.
"We're all pink of the inside," Says another.
Yet, and quite ironically, I'm treated differently.
I'm treated as if I was beamed down from a spacecraft from a thousand light years away. I'm an alien on my own planet.
Sure, I don't have the same sexuality of others, but does that make me less of a human? Instead of being pink on the inside, does that mean that I'm made up of rainbows?
Perhaps I am made up of rainbows, but at least I'm happy.
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sometimes, it gets to me
do "normal" people
have to find people
who support them being alive
do "normal" people
have to find people
who accept their love for another
do "normal" people
have to be told
"i have no problem with you being here"
do "normal" people
have to find people
who will "help them be themselves"
if "normal" people
don't have to waid through millions
to find one person
who "needs" to say
they support them, accept them, have "no problem" with them, and will "help them"
why do we?
there is nothing wrong with us
why do we /need/ to be told these things
why do we have to be treated
like we have some sort of disability
why can't i ju
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Like someone ever will read it
I was laying in my bathtub and heard how the world around me still were alive.
Myself I couldn't understand how I even managed to still keep my eyes open.
I got forced out of the water because a friend wanted company, later by my father who were going to pick up a few things.
To be able to lay still in an eternity didn't feel like a choice to me.
I was laying in bed and felt that I didn't want anything to do with the world around me.
Though all I really wanted was to get a text from someone who cared, asking me how I felt.
The little feeling of feeling-good I had disappeared rather quickly when I realized that I wasn't about to get one.
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