Theme

Display Mature Content

Suppress AI Content

literature

I m still hurting

Deviation Actions

Supach

Published: Oct 6, 2014

741 Views

Literature Text

I took care of you in your hour of need,
your last days I witnessed the suffering and pain
and I prayed you'd soon be free,... over and over again

I knew how unworthy it was for you, all this you didn't deserve.
You never wanted it to come to this, you said you wanted out
but honey this made me scared.

All too soon you would leave me, I knew you could no longer stay
I prayed to god to take you quickly and then cried and cried all day.

We had to say goodbye my love, our last and final greeting
this filled my heart with dread because I knew I had to let you go

but I just didn't want your heart to stop beating.

Written by Suzanne karbach October 2014

More by Supach

Literature

Wooden Heart

We lay together quietly arm in arm, the silence broken only by a little tune coming from somewhere outside, A metal collector's van driving slowly down the road. This would be the last time we would hold each other. A hospital bed arrived that afternoon and from then on I was your nurse. Now ten years on the van still drives past now and again, still the same little ditty "Wooden heart" playing as it slowly goes by. Our last hug still in my heart. Suzanne 10.02.2024

Recommended Literature

Literature

where my heart is

open arms embrace always warm and welcoming home is family

Literature

Lost

Nothing seems to be working I've never been so lost My thoughts now confused, ever so distant I do not pay attention to things My life has changed so much since it happened Leave to understand what happens, do not understand a thing Not even understand what has happened to me I lose myself thinking, not only the past but also the future My friends do not understand, do not realize what I perceive Do not understand, do not see The output is try to forget what happened Try to forget that one day we were together Forget about everything

Literature

When one door closes...

I’ve heard the saying When one door closes, another opens, I felt the disconnect and the lock clicked shut It closed for just a moment Then opened so hard That it spun me I went down in a haze of mixed emotions, Not over my loss but feeling for you, My wants mangling each other, Eating each other alive, Until there was nothing left But me When the tears stopped and you were there, waiting I ran toward you Wanting change, wanting freedom Embracing an uncertain future For love Your eyes were like the ocean A swirling punch bowl of blue and white, So inviting in their dance So severe was the pull of your undertow That I dove right in

Suggested Collections

Poetry

Literature

Oh Brave New World

Imagine a world where there is no sorrow Or sadness, or pain, or dismay True, in this world there'd be no happiness But that's a small price to pay. Imagine a world where there is no regret Because nothing really matters No broken dreams, no broken hearts Because there are no hearts or dreams to shatter. Imagine a world where everything you have Is all that you desire A world where every person and thing Is easy to acquire. Imagine a world where every person Is dressed based on their class And your destiny is laid before you, A fate you can't surpass. Imagine a world where holidays Are just a pill away Or am I mistaking this

Literature

Depression Isn't Real

Depression isn’t true, my dear Depression isn’t real. It’s just a silly tragedy You’ve forced yourself to feel. Anxiety is fake, my friend You wonder why it’s there. But others have it worse than you! Stop forming false despair. Cutting is dramatic, love, It’s ugly, and it’s dumb. Why not just get over it? Is the attention fun? Suicide is stupid, dear, And selfish, if I may. Get over yourself, darling, Can you hear these things I say? Why aren’t you replying, love? Oh, where could you have gone? I never meant to hurt you, love, Did I say something wrong? Why aren’t you replying, dear

Literature

Outsider

Did you ever fit in? You tried to. No one could say you didn't try but you possessed something the others didn't have. A conscience worth listening to, intelligence and empathy, a knowing that came from deep within. Actually that's the reason you seemed older than all the rest. Those childish and silly, always willing to do stupid things, they would say you're missing out on life but then what sort of life do they have, with their false friends, who tend to vanish into thin air if really needed. Yes you did try but who's to say their way is correct. Stay true to yourself, it's better on the outside. Written by Suzanne Karbach

Poetry

Literature

periphrasis

when he asked me how i wanted him to build the house, i answered him truthfully. i said i wanted the pillars to be made of pages from every book ever written, curled in on themselves until they could hold a roman arch. pour words, strong and weak, into the earth instead of cement- let it be flexible to adapt to pressure. build the walls from the ground up through prose supporting the bricks layered by memories forged along the path we took to arrive at eden. tilt poems into pyramids above our heads, ceilings just high enough to be within earshot of every laugh we'll ever make. empty emotions into a template of a window and slide it i

Literature

My Glass Carcass - September '12

Each red thrust of bloody lightning wounds the dusk, to weary night hardening… Amongst the shards of this glass carcass scatter the scars, of a shattered heart, hard against numb skies that crack and die. Chewing cords of fury in a furnace of poisoned sparks, time cuts too nearly the trysts with the dark. Truths old and rusted furnish a lost lust and love leaves in cold disgust with wearied trust… Mean scabs of memory by rabid keening torn apart... She clutches Earth in plea, in shocking dearth of he... But now a crusted miser clad in cynical sighs, the priestess whispers grey verses, then curses the light from her eyes.

Literature

You Can Keep September, As Long As I Can Keep You

September is a death row Sentence given to every Set of June lovers. September is an unneeded reminder That your best is not wanted- Perfection And conformity Are required of you. September is the smothering Of the last of May’s flowers- The one’s that fought for life Through July’s droughts And August’s heat waves. September is the first chill, The first sign that the Earth must hibernate Or else it will die during December’s frost. September is an end. September is when I met you And September is when You reached your much-too feminine Finger nails into my chest, Misleading me with the gentl

Poetry

Literature

Where the Sun and Moon Meet

Title: Where the Sun and Moon Meet Fandom: None Character: None Genre: Angst, letting go Warnings: Suicide trigger (attempted) There is a street in front of me. Cars speed past me on their way to the festival that is just across the road. If I time myself right, I can walk into oncoming traffic… and see my brother again. I can give him these years back. I don’t want them; they aren’t mine. I take a small step forward, and then shuffle across the cement until I am standing in the middle of the road, waiting for a car. As one approaches, I wonder what will happen. Will th

Literature

true love is slow to anger.

Her grace was an enigma, a fog. Leaving him completely lost when it came to how and who she was. And yet, she adored him. This woman, whom left him completely dumbfounded, stars in his eyes and all. This woman— Loved him. He pressed his fingers to his lips and mouthed the words, just so he could feel them against his skin. ‘she loves me’ ‘she loves me’ --loves me --loves me Love. Drives everyone, whether it be for good or ill. The love he and this woman shared was a good love. A true love. ‘my dear,’ she whispers, touching his cheek. ‘my love for you burns brighter than the sun.&#

Literature

i hear the thunder rolling in

sweet smell of cut grass floating through the window, soft sound of cars passing by and distant music pumping through speakers strong and quick, the backbone of the wind, carrying voices and laughter from three floors down; and i can't see it but i imagine the way the world is turning, churning, people moving like ants - so insignificant but so significant to me, a nail in the coffin of the universe and the a holy grail of what is yet to come. hot tea and beeping microwaves frame the day and soft blankets whisper gently over bedsheets, sleep-time now, phones down eyes closed, take a moment to lose yourself in the beauty of the day (sun

Featured in Groups

Comments30

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

Kokoro-Hane

Oct 22, 2014

This hits me in the heart personally. I recently lost my Grandpa and I remember the day we had to pull the plug, watching my Grandma say goodbye to him was heartwrenching and it still hurts for all of us, this kind of reminds me of that. Plus it didn't help that I lost someone very special to me not even a year before. Beautiful poem, very personal and full with emotion.

DeviantArt - Homepage

DeviantArt Facebook DeviantArt X DeviantArt Instagram

About Contact Core Membership DeviantArt Protect

Developers Advertise Terms of Service Etiquette

Careers Privacy Policy Copyright Policy Help and FAQ

Watch Team and join our Community Group for the latest updates and activities.

Join Community