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Silence was golden, now it is broken
Screams went unheard, now fully spoken
Dreams were shattered, now kept clear
Desires once hidden, now shone with fear
Hear me now, hear what I say
Those kept in prisons, bars made of clay
Dig deep in darkness, show us your light
Draw on our strength, show you can fight
Sing to the heavens, show stars to shine
Strangle the hate, show our life on the line
Hear me now, hear all I cry
Those in the darkness, afraid when we die
Swim in the poison, the fears you mould
Dance with the devil, his hand you hold
Suffocate the memories, the giant’s face leers
Drowned out the passion, black souls your peers
Hear me now, hear how I sigh
Those in the silence, now say goodbye.
Screams went unheard, now fully spoken
Dreams were shattered, now kept clear
Desires once hidden, now shone with fear
Hear me now, hear what I say
Those kept in prisons, bars made of clay
Dig deep in darkness, show us your light
Draw on our strength, show you can fight
Sing to the heavens, show stars to shine
Strangle the hate, show our life on the line
Hear me now, hear all I cry
Those in the darkness, afraid when we die
Swim in the poison, the fears you mould
Dance with the devil, his hand you hold
Suffocate the memories, the giant’s face leers
Drowned out the passion, black souls your peers
Hear me now, hear how I sigh
Those in the silence, now say goodbye.
Literature
Tell me
Tell me I'm pretty.
Tell me I'm thin.
Tell me what matters is
what lies within.
Tell me you need me.
Tell me you care.
Tell me you'd be sad
if I wasn't there.
Tell me you love me
Tell me you do,
Tell me just how long
I've been waiting for you
Tell me we're over
Tell me we're dead
Tell me to stop crying,
and kill myself instead
You could tell me anything
but I'll never believe it's true
You could take away everything,
but I'll still be in love with you.
You can force me to eat,
You can dry my damp eyes
You can take away the gun
But then, I'll bleed myself dry.
You can kiss me and hug me
and love me, all you want;
It'l
Literature
Suicide List
Jump off a bridge,
Slit your wrist,
Do everything on
The suicide list.
Put a gun to your head,
A noose on your neck,
Shove those pills down your throat,
And your suicide list? Check.
They say that they love you.
They say that they care.
They say they'll be there for you,
But are they ever there?
They wear their fake smiles,
You wear your mask.
They say you're fine.
They never ask.
So, jump of a bridge,
And slit your wrist.
You're dead anyway
When they find this.
Literature
Her sad end.
She hears the darkness calling,
it's ringing in her ears.
Drops of red are falling,
as she welcomes all her fears.
In her hand she holds a knife,
shining brightly in the sun.
In the end there is no strife,
for this battle is done.
While she sits the darkness comes,
like a shaddow through the night.
In the corner she sits and hums,
filled with pain and fright.
Death is gripping tighter,
like a noose around her neck.
She used to be a fighter,
before she turned into a wreck.
No time left to say goodbye,
but would they really care?
It was her time to fly,
fly far far away from there.
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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) is a condition that effects millions the world over. At first, it was diagnosed mostly in war veterans and those who had experienced abuse. Now, though, research has found that even those who have seen a traumatic event second hand may experince the effects of PTSD. Case in point, the 9/11 attacks here in the US. After that even and the repeated exposure of the footage through the media, thousands of Americans showed signs of PTSD.
It effects children as well. Sadly, they are often misdiagnosed as having ADD or Bipolar disorder, as trigger event can cause the child to act in a way that is similar to symptoms mostly seen in ADD/ADHD suffers.
Triggers are different for each sufferer, and each person reacts differently to the triggered episodes. Long gone memories can resurface at times, leading to an episode. Even something as simple as a movie, a smell, or a sound can trigger an episode, which can last for minutes, or weeks. Sadly, some sufferers are trapped in silence, unaware of what is going on within them, and that there is help out there for them.
My daughter, who is almost 5 was diagnosed with PTSAD, a high anxiety level of PTSD, about a year and half ago. It is so hard for her to understand what is happening to her, and why she feels the way she does. Each day is different for her, and as her mom, I am never sure what will trigger her, so it is a learning experience for me. At times it is very hard to deal with, and some nights, the emotional pain I feel for her is exhausting.
To compound this, I have also been diagnosed with PTSD and have been dealing with it as best as I can for years now. Therapy has helped, and I have other calming de-stressers that I do to help me combat the attacks I get at time. However, it has only been with in the last few weeks that I discovered how far back my PTSD triggers went. One such episode has lasted for several days, rendering me unable to preform the most simple of task, from reading and writing to cooking. I am over the worst now, and thankfully, have learned some new techniques to help me stay calm, and out of the panic attack mode.
So if you know of anyone who is experiencing PTSD, be supportive in anyway you can, even if that means giving them some space. And for those who are sufferers, know you are not alone. Stand together, and be heard.
For more information please visit [link]
(Sorry for the long AC)
Written for Mental Health Day (OCT10th)
Permission granted to for use in the gallery
~Deviant-Publishing has my permission to use in their gallery and for publication
It effects children as well. Sadly, they are often misdiagnosed as having ADD or Bipolar disorder, as trigger event can cause the child to act in a way that is similar to symptoms mostly seen in ADD/ADHD suffers.
Triggers are different for each sufferer, and each person reacts differently to the triggered episodes. Long gone memories can resurface at times, leading to an episode. Even something as simple as a movie, a smell, or a sound can trigger an episode, which can last for minutes, or weeks. Sadly, some sufferers are trapped in silence, unaware of what is going on within them, and that there is help out there for them.
My daughter, who is almost 5 was diagnosed with PTSAD, a high anxiety level of PTSD, about a year and half ago. It is so hard for her to understand what is happening to her, and why she feels the way she does. Each day is different for her, and as her mom, I am never sure what will trigger her, so it is a learning experience for me. At times it is very hard to deal with, and some nights, the emotional pain I feel for her is exhausting.
To compound this, I have also been diagnosed with PTSD and have been dealing with it as best as I can for years now. Therapy has helped, and I have other calming de-stressers that I do to help me combat the attacks I get at time. However, it has only been with in the last few weeks that I discovered how far back my PTSD triggers went. One such episode has lasted for several days, rendering me unable to preform the most simple of task, from reading and writing to cooking. I am over the worst now, and thankfully, have learned some new techniques to help me stay calm, and out of the panic attack mode.
So if you know of anyone who is experiencing PTSD, be supportive in anyway you can, even if that means giving them some space. And for those who are sufferers, know you are not alone. Stand together, and be heard.
For more information please visit [link]
(Sorry for the long AC)
Written for Mental Health Day (OCT10th)
Permission granted to for use in the gallery
~Deviant-Publishing has my permission to use in their gallery and for publication
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the poem was lovely