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Betrayal... such a powerful feeling...
It’s a binding force that sinks you down...
It leaves you unable to breathe...
You just want to scream until the horrible feeling goes away..
The feeling of dread and doom...
And the why me feeling...
You think of the fun you had with that person...
And all the mistakes you've made...
Never to be un-done...
That feeling alone...
Makes you feel the pressure...
Like you've been hit...
You search around... For anything...
That may take away the pain...
But you'll find... that whatever you do...
It will only feed the pain...
If you tell someone of the hurt...
Their sympathy... cuts into you as well...
You wonder if they... they... are spending time...
With the person who is responsible for this...
You lose all sense of self value...
Then suddenly... Tears start to fall...
With each drop... You feel the pain start to lift...
Undisturbed mourning... For a friend lost...
But its even worse... That they are only lost to you...
Everyone else can still enjoy their company...
Their laughter around you... Seems more and more like a blessing...
I'm sure you'd start to feel hollow... and stalker-ish even...
Each time you were near the old friend...
So you slip away... Into your dreams...
Feeding off the emotions of yesterday...
Trying to undo what you've done...
In time... Your wounds will heal...
You will see how foolish you were...
And how the friend was the ultimate betrayer...
Soon you will laugh again...
And your heart will melt...
You'll find someone better...
Who deserves your presence...
On that day...
You will be whole...
It’s a binding force that sinks you down...
It leaves you unable to breathe...
You just want to scream until the horrible feeling goes away..
The feeling of dread and doom...
And the why me feeling...
You think of the fun you had with that person...
And all the mistakes you've made...
Never to be un-done...
That feeling alone...
Makes you feel the pressure...
Like you've been hit...
You search around... For anything...
That may take away the pain...
But you'll find... that whatever you do...
It will only feed the pain...
If you tell someone of the hurt...
Their sympathy... cuts into you as well...
You wonder if they... they... are spending time...
With the person who is responsible for this...
You lose all sense of self value...
Then suddenly... Tears start to fall...
With each drop... You feel the pain start to lift...
Undisturbed mourning... For a friend lost...
But its even worse... That they are only lost to you...
Everyone else can still enjoy their company...
Their laughter around you... Seems more and more like a blessing...
I'm sure you'd start to feel hollow... and stalker-ish even...
Each time you were near the old friend...
So you slip away... Into your dreams...
Feeding off the emotions of yesterday...
Trying to undo what you've done...
In time... Your wounds will heal...
You will see how foolish you were...
And how the friend was the ultimate betrayer...
Soon you will laugh again...
And your heart will melt...
You'll find someone better...
Who deserves your presence...
On that day...
You will be whole...
Literature
Betrayel
Because you could, didnt mean you should
Even though you did, you still call me a kid
Trust me you said, and astray you lead
Rembered in thought, a battle well fought
And to be forgot, is a never ending plot
Youve broken me, now are you happy?
Everlasting gloom, and impending doom
Leave me to roam, just leave me alone
Do you sleep soundly at night?
All wrapped up in your sheets.
Are you sleeping, while Im weeping?
Reminded of your deceits
Do you sleep without a care?
All through this peaceful night.
Are you sleeping, while Im weeping?
Living this never ending fright
Do you sleep blissfully?
Not knowing
Literature
MY INFECTED ANGEL
MY INFECTED ANGEL
Screaming, dreaming of her past
choosing, losing, falling fast
waking, shaking, she cannot sleep
hiding from the things that creep
crying, lying in her bed
spinning, all she sees is red
breaking, faking smiles all day
nobody knows she feels this way
fighting, writing down her thoughts
her pen and paper is all she's got
feeling, peeling away her skin
my infected angel, my perfect sin
-Ashley Carver
Literature
Betrayal
The sun was high and bright.
We ran across a field of luscious green grass,
Laughing,
Not having a care in the world.
You meant the world to me.
I trusted you.
I cared for you.
I called you my best friend.
We talked to each other daily,
We gave each other a shoulder to cry on when needed,
I thought you would always be there for me.
Until the sun set and the darkness consumed the light.
The grass shrivled underneath my feet.
The sky was jet black, no stars in the sky.
A cold chill made me shiver
And I ran over to you in all of the confusion.
I asked if you knew what was going on,
but you did not respond to me.
You give me a
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Okay. This little piece of poetry, so much work back and forth. I had so many struggles with it. In the first place, it's smaller image took oh, about a couple hours. And it was only 250by250.
The new image, took a couple days, It has so many raster layers, it's insane. So then, I decide, maybe I need to make it glam-ish, like the preview image in the first place. I'll be submitting that to my scraps. Because right now, I feel that my poem, My Dear Friend needs the front page for a while. So if you're interested on this painting with even more work done to it, go ahead and check my scraps in a bit. Now, none of my other deviations have full view, mainly because it takes so much time to spend the effort towards this, and all for preview images. But I've had a lot of people request that I do larger work, simply because the 250 by 250 weren't really that great once you realised how small they were.
So, if anyone likes this for the image, that's fine. There's a poem you might want to read too. <333
Okay. This little piece of poetry, so much work back and forth. I had so many struggles with it. In the first place, it's smaller image took oh, about a couple hours. And it was only 250by250.
The new image, took a couple days, It has so many raster layers, it's insane. So then, I decide, maybe I need to make it glam-ish, like the preview image in the first place. I'll be submitting that to my scraps. Because right now, I feel that my poem, My Dear Friend needs the front page for a while. So if you're interested on this painting with even more work done to it, go ahead and check my scraps in a bit. Now, none of my other deviations have full view, mainly because it takes so much time to spend the effort towards this, and all for preview images. But I've had a lot of people request that I do larger work, simply because the 250 by 250 weren't really that great once you realised how small they were.
So, if anyone likes this for the image, that's fine. There's a poem you might want to read too. <333
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