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When Will You Make Me Happy Again?I want to help you so you're not sad
I want to help you so you don't feel bad
There's things you need to say
So say them
Don't turn into me
And keep things hidden
If things are not okay then tell me
If you don't feel right just come to me
Don't go and leave me alone
Because the things I've done to
Myself are not good at all
I cut and feed and lie about these things
I try not to make myself a
Burden to you all
And I will never be the same as then
So tell me
When will you make me happy again?
Darling, I Love You.Don't leave me
You're all I have
In the stupid world we live in
You're all I have
I don't know what to do
In the society we live in
I don't know how to continue
With the struggles that I face
And all the looks upon your face
I can tell it's gonna be hard
All the feelings that I have
You give me all the things I love to feel
I don't want to feel
Like I'm nothing in this world 'cause I'm all alone
You don't know how it feels like to be on your own
If I ever tell you something that I might regret
I'm sorry I tend to forget
And lose my head
Greed-lerCynical and conceited, his greed corrupts him
Turning him into some cold monster, he is grim.
He meant well at first
With benevolent intent,
His confidence got the very best of him.
At first he was friendly, gushy, and happy.
But his good intentions turned into diabolic plots.
It was a solemn tragedy.
Desolate and gloomy,
He now stands alone.
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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