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Once I was A poem; Lines carved Into arms And rewritten, Revised, Rehearsed Until I was Red ink On the floor And never wrote Another line more.
Here I am again, Curled up and bloodied - Snarl held tight, About to rubber-band snap At the first thing to come close - I can feel the panic Lightning up my spine -
It's funny how blood makes me nauseous when I  beg it to drip down my arms, beckoning it with razors and lighters like the red would scream enough
I slash, I grab, and I wrinkle  I wither, I toss and I turn I grab, I drag and I bend it  I slice it, I torture it, kill me  I vomit, I cry and I yearn  I scream and I yell but I sense it 
Have you ever thought? The girl you called fat today in the hallway She is starving herself  Even though her ribs show and she can see the bones in her arms  She starves herself  
I am the human contradiction.    I have no self confidence. Yet I have a massive ego.   I want to turn my life around. Yet I want to die.  
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‘are you okay?’ they ask, and i reply, ‘really, why are you worried? i swear, i’m fine.’ but i know that i’m really not okay that this is all a mask, a pretty face
Trigger Warning: Self-Harm     You see the funny thing about depression is it doesn’t choose who you are you can be rich in a perfect family or can be pour in a terrible one
hey you,yes you, the person reading this?I've been there too you know.swept under by the waves of depressioncrippled by dark thoughts curled up on the floor as sobs raked through my body
  She has a smile even the stars can’t outshine But if you look in her eyes, she’s breaking inside She walk around with confidence, her chin always up
Strip the flesh, salt the wound. Nothing in this life is assumed. In the darkness, I've been consumed. Ever since the start I was doomed.
it started when i was little.   no one believes me, but   i remember.   i remember  the first moment i wasn't able to breathe, the first time i thought about death, 
When did my wrists start to look more like canvases  
These arms hold crimson droplets, lightning bolts and jagged lines. Though people laugh at scars so deep, they, in spite of fate, are mine.    I see them before I go to sleep, and when I am revived.
While it's easier to cut butter I'd rather slice open my arm Because the pain is like no other and it lessens my alarm. And when the doctor finds the marks,  I'll just say I fell in the dark.
Its scribbled in my head Dripping with blood Mess That's what I am A girl my past self would not be proud of Me A liar A mess Constantly depressed And upset Cuts on my thighs
Periwinkle walls and streaky white ceiling Windows covered in ice and rust No door, save a string of lightsCandle-cluttered, paper-stacked desk
so when Geoff sings “here’s to this year I never thought I’d make it through” I put my arms around someone else who did make it & swayed along as the clock swung itself past midnight at the end of December
Black Birds   As she flicked the rubber against her wrist her eyes linger into nature’s abyss undressing the land with her eyes
Your scars are not beautiful. But you are beautiful with them. You were beautiful without them, but you have a new kind of beauty with them, because they speak of how much you have overcome.
by Ariel Douglas (10 November 2014)   Your body is broken and bleeding Self-inflicted, these beatings Your sin is leaking red from your flesh
Puppet   Trigger warning: rape, eating disorder, mental illness, self-harm   I have always been your doll You’ve always just sat there and watched me fall
Color it blue, With the words of color. Be creative. Use many shades. Show them the truth. The color of stability. Of calm.
What am I to do When the guns come marching by In their hollow faces and rickety skin
I feel so sad nowadays, I can't even cry. So I sit in my bed, And wish I would die. And I think to myself, 'Would they care if I left?' Then a voice reminds me, 'People get over death.'
I walked upstairs feeling bad about myself. But then I remembered the razors on the top shelf. The urge became too powerful, I just had to fulfil. And leave red stains across my wrist,
I have a little blade box, It's hidden by my bed. It hides all the secrets,  I can't keep in my head. So if I'm feeling bad, or want to sink into the dew, I grab my little blade box,
There are some things, people do, When they can only feel blue. They take the silver, make it rust, For they feel that they just must. People see, but do not tell, Scared of what hides behind the veil.
Sometimes I think I'm not good enough. Sometimes I know it for a fact. Sometimes I can stare the world 'til it backs down, Sometimes the opposite enacts. Somehow, I never seem to fit in,
I'm your pretty standard emo, I have cuts all down my arms. I wear all black a lot, And my writing's pretty dark. People don't appreciate, My negative attitude. The way I wear my beanie,
The razor no longer slides through my wrist,  But I'm bleeding through the falling tears. I have it all. I have the friends. I have the love. I have the family.
Dear Body, I am sorry.   Dear Body, You are the vessel that gives me life, The structure that gives me unconditional support,
Perfect Perfect is a disease That everyone is trying to achieve No one is safe And no one can hide from perfect And it’s dreadful ways  
I try to to talk to you, Yet you don’t try to talk to me I try to say hi, But you never try to say hi back I try to keep from staring, And you try not to notice
Dear Mr. Woods, can you let me out without ever letting me go, Mr. Woods? The rain pours and weighs down your branches, now I'm soaked from head to toe, Mr. Woods.
She smiles as the blood pours down her arm as the pain interrupts her breathing as her thoughts are pulled beneath a current of wind   They look
"Suicide is not an option" I hear my therapist say, She smiles wryly And I want to scream.   "Suicide is a coward's way out" She continues, I do not understand She thinks this is a fact?
Too much:
I woke up one morning,And I forgot I was dead.The clock on the wall insisted it was midday,The sun coming through the window seemed to agree.The date on the calendar insisted today was real,
Everything you went through, It is okay, All the pain, the feeling of being worthless, It was okay, Sitting in the dark drowning in your tears, It is alright, Hurting yourself to ease out the hurting,
You don't need more food... You should probably get a small... You should go for a walk... You should cover your stomach... Why aren't you speaking to me? Why do you always sleep?
Surrounded by laughs and smiles While I just listenOnly my ears are openSealed lips shut Words can’t be spoken
Cinderella mops the floors. Cinderella has more chores To pamper, aid, and then protect The evil sisters that make her a wreck. Smiling through a crowd of tears, She hands them dresses as they cheer.
She starves herself to only look as skinny as the girl standing next to her, She forces herself to binge and purge and binge and purge, a vicious cycle that not only eats away at her body,
Drip Drop The blood pools at the wound Drip Drop The wound weeps crimson tears down my leg Drip Drop The pain is intense Drip Drop
My year My year? A roller coaster taking a nose dive off a pier.   I've lost some, Far and near. Some close and dear. But I persevere   I ask myself, why am I here?
When I was 13 I wanted to be dead. It was the year I told about the abuse. I finally stood up for six year old me and suddenly I was the bad guy because of it.
This feeling has sunk deep into my soul and I’m afraid that my body isn’t mine anymore.24 hours a day, 7 days a week.There’s no time for resting.This feeling makes me wish that the next day to come unfortunately wouldn’t.
She’s the pretty girl with the perfect life .She plays sports and gets good grades.But one day, everything started to revolvearound a knife.
The demons live, They live inside me.   They tell me not to eat, They tell me to cut.   They tell me I'm not good enough, They tell me nobody cares.   And I can't escape them,
She doesn't cry anymore. Instead she smiles. But her wrists cry. They cry rivers of red. But nobody notices. Not until she's dead.
Have you ever met someone, And thought that it was for real, And that the friendship would last forever?   Have you ever had that person stab you in the back? Or lie straight to your face?
I am a sailboat. A sailboat without a sail. Without any wind to guide me. My life is the ocean, Angry and fierce and unpredictable. It tosses me from side to side, The water pouring in,
One cut, Two cuts, Three cuts, Four, C'mon honey, Whats one more?   Five cuts, Six cuts, Seven cuts, Eight, Want some dinner? "I already ate".   Nine cuts, Ten cuts,
I hear the screams I hear the cries But when I try to stop them The voices reply, "Darling dear….” “You've been talking back!"
Hate never silenced her wordsAnd compliments never brought about changeAll she ever did was binge and purgeBut her mind remained tainted and strange
I'd felt along the streams of scars upon her arms And whispered, asking her, is she sure they are stretch marks Only then did I realise children are just as brave as adults  
There’s a monster in my bed,
You chewed me up and spit me out, You played your game, Just sat and laughed.   You said you loved me, You said you would stay, But then you just, Walked Away.  
He walks like he has some place to be, hurried footsteps resounding through the empty hallways. He keeps his head down, watches his feet, as if that will save him from stumbling.
Hide the scars draw a heart on your armtake a pictureadd a filterkiss her scars "stay strong, love"  
Don't give up, it get's better. Don't let those eyes get any wetter. Don't beat yourself up or tear yourself down. Don't give the world its saddest sound. Don't let your mind lose itself.
it’s ten at night  
I punch the wall   I punch again   I want to feel it all but I just can’t   The pain I get inside my chest
Imagine this huge castle- and in this castle, you’re the king. Or a queen or whatever. But there’s nobody to serve you- and yet you’re happy to be alone and rule a world entirely your own.
One day I saw a person on the ground and no one stopped to help  They walked around and over and past them,  Down the street and around the corner until they were gone And this person just sat there crying and bleeding, 
I feel like I am drowning,  Though no water is present, But the feeling of this darkness crushing me Is not very pleasant.  
At age 6 the world is full of adventure and fun and you can make friends just because you have a Barbie Jeep and Daddy's always proud of you and one day you're going to be the  first person on Mars  
I almost cut the bow on my wrists
feel beneath those cuts your soul radiates beauty battle scars come forth
Official diagnosis: Anxiety and Depression In Kindergarten terms, that means My brain won’t shut off And sometimes I can’t remember How to be happy   It means that when I get home at night
The bleeding gives language to a  Pain I can't place words on.   So deep I can't feel it I've become it.   It both consumes me and has composed me And I am devoured by my own teeth.  
It's weird to feel your chest ache,
For you;
Little one, don't be glum I know you loved him so As they say – a horse with broken legs is dead anyways
Fiametta Under the layers of our years, Beneath that wizened crust,  sleeps the ageless spirit that once set fire to our eyes.
The stars have alignedGot you on my mindMy heart's cold and oh so lonelySo I swallow some sinFor the pain that I'm inA cigarette, a blade, a dietWhen we promised we'd stop
The dark shadows are attracted and attempting to lure The girl that will forever withhold her quiet demure
The Blood Story  
I swallow the poison my body craves, While I know the things at stake. I claw at pieces of my skin for my mother’s sake. I hurt my insides, to save the out; There’s always a price to pay.
I am not crazy. I’ve spent countless hours convincing myself of this. My wrists are scarred, my knuckles bruised, my pillowcase tear-stained. But I am not crazy.
My mother's crying My father's gone My brother's screaming I am singing,  I think I'll take a walk   My friends aren't listening My teachers don't care The walls are closing in
Who is that lonely girl Sitting on the corner of the street Who is that lonely girl Not saying a word while she eats Who is that lonely girl Wearing the outdated shoes Who is that lonely girl
She showed me how to paint.
Who am I (really)? I am the girl with the bright smile  (I am the one who fakes a smile) and beautiful brown eyes
Get the grade. Play the part. Hold it in. Stay smart. Keep away From those friends. Throw away What you believe in. Listen to me, You must obey. We care for you.
Kids are dying Younger and younger By their own hand They're being pushed to the edge And they can't return They feel alone And helpless And have no where to go How many kids have to die
i lost myself in my blanketed tomb scars on my wrist and pills on my tongue   couldn't breathe although i tried i tried and tried
Every scar is a reason, A reason to hold, A reason to love... Let me hold you in my arms tonight, Showing you that I can see the beauty through the beast,
I didn't wake up like this. I hit my snooze button three times this morning, sleepy sluggish fingers slapping at my phone. I didn't wake up like this: 
Do I know you? The words you pronounce  are so ugly and dirty, But you say they fit me just perfectly.  Do I know you?  No, I do not  but here I am lying on the floor
You cut. You slice. You mangle your arm.   You cry. You scream. And pretend it does no harm.   The words. The judgment. They replay in your mind.  
they never even noticed the redness in her eyes they never even noticed  the signs that everyday she cried they never even noticed because they never even cared
It was in that moment I knew it had to change. Change for the better, to find that girl I used to be. She was in there, waiting to be set free. What would it take to release her?   How long would it take?
When life is hard, when the stress seems too much When we lose a loved one, when we need a crutch  What do we do when our worlds begin to crumble at our feet, and we feel more empty than a sea with no fish? 
I've been so sore lately it's as if my fingers are falling apart 
This isn't my nightmare, no! My dreams and thoughts and veins ache for you! For release. To see them all again. All over. This isnt my nightmare, no! Cover me in pretty pink lines, baby, I need you now! no! Not you... not you...
Open skys, please open Wide. Hold my wings and allow me to glide. Take my pain that I hide. And bring through the clouds a brand new tide.
I don't like hate. Judgement makes me irate. Racism makes me want to scream. Homophobia makes me angry. I'm sick of people being mean, bullying because of their own insecurities,
It's funny.
Her eyes have witnessed horrorsIn the darkest of nights and the brightest of daysIf you'd look within them deep enough They would give all her secrets away
enough of your comfortand poetry about innocence   my scars are not an invitationfor you to kiss my wrists   and how dare you try to make me feellike my wars weren’t realdid not exist
What were you thinking? Letting her feel so alone she was crying, hurting and breaking Bones were what the mirror shown All she wanted was someone to care For someone to finally be there
I am A ship without a captain. I tread water quietly, lap-ping at my sides It pushes and pulls me softly... Calmly I sway in the direction the water calls, Just as I always have.  
Bad luck drowns my sorrow in a
I try to scream for help,
To those who are broken Whose hearts have not mended Keep this thought on your mind Your lives have not ended. While the hurt and the grief Will bear down like a weight Know that there is relief
I try not to think about life to much
Some people refuse to acknowledge the limitlessness of their beauty. An indicator of this type of person is the recalcitrance of their shackled acquisition 
she gazed upward, motionlessly expressionless, but with enough to see the remnants of abuse  endured without ability to refuse  struck harshly and repeatedly 
Fitting in with all the rest, There's nothing strange seen by her friends. But they don't see what she seeks to hide - Loneliness fills her up inside, Invisible to waking eye.
Everyone has scars. They can be physical or they can be mental. They can be young they can be old. Girls have scars And so do Boys. The bullied has physical scars
The tears fall from her faceLike a river that never endsThe pain that she feelsClawing its way throughThey laugh and jokeNot seeing what it's doingTearing the hole bigger
I wonder does it help do the scars make me braver does the pain makes me stronger my emotions make me better when I take it out on my skin, is it going to make me prettier scissors, knife, or a blade
Old friend I see your back my heart was not ready for attack I was happy or a moment I am slow to learn happiness never lasts I don't know why I am surprised It obvious just from my past
The days past, as usual. Things happen but nothing really happens.
I gave it up because He gave it all I slipped again and He watched me fall No matter how hard I fought He never left He never forgot me, even when I wasn't my best Now that I'm ready to start once more
Such darkness, her face streaked black. Such lonliness, her breast against thigh.
I tried to hide the pain insideWith the touch of your razor's side.Caught up in yourself, you never knewThe reason your tools were leaving you.You see the blood splatter, then wonder what's the matter.
She is ugly, She is rotten, She is the ambassador of disgrace. They beat her down, Breaks and bruises, Tears and scars. Every good deed is a cheat, Every mistake is a blame.
If you're physically sick, do you have to participate in class?
"you're beautiful," so they say. your eyes glow brighter than the setting sun in July,  they swoon. they smile and trace your face and  play with your hair, "pretty, pretty
Trigger my hand to grab for meta
I remember the girl that no one liked Because she smelled strange And her clothes were always old and torn And she was quiet and reserved   Later that year she moved away and when we asked why
you were the first to noticethough not the first to teachall of the skills i'd need in lifeand the scabs i could not reach
The cuts on my wrists aren't a joke So why laugh? Saying that you're going to go kill yourself around a suicidal kid; cuts them deeper than their own blade. When you tell another classmate to kill themselves;
As you entered the hospital, and you walked down to my room, you saw me lying there, peacefully sleeping, I looked happy for once. But then you notived my wrist and how the bandages were stained red.
I'm getting a zero because I didn't do my homework? Oh, and that zero is going to bring my grade down three points? Okay. Yeah, it's my fault for not turning it in. I'm sorry.  
collected sentence fragmentsgathering on my papercancerous it drowns the whitein chickenscratch blackand drabbly phrases i am not sure what they mean i write them outand name thempoetry
she flooded herself in a drowning sort of fear that overtook hersoul like bodily possession it took every bit of her until she wasnothingbut the rain
You can see most of the moods that I am in every day. Whether you're ready to introduce a lesson from hell, or let us relax through any means. I can put on the brightest smile so you could be fooled that I'm okay.
Still pulchritudinous, I can see you now, No Mystery here; nor why or how, ~ The color of perfume caressing your arms, This damn velvet scent will never change,
Have you ever thought of suicide? If you’re strong enough to put a blade to your throat? Or a gun to your head?
You can see me smile. And think I'm okay. But I'm not. Can't you see? I'm an enemy to myself. And everyday I wish I wasn't here. I try everything I can to be what everyone else can be. But my mind conquers what I could do to make you proud of me.
When boiling water across one arm Will produce the same effect as a razor And you know that Every morning it's all you can do Not to drain yourself Although you are so drained already
Her giggles, her smiles, her jokes, all hiding the pain inside her. No one could tell beneath  the fake expressions, the invisible tears, and the clunky bracelets all hiding the scars and burns 
He's stripped her of her innocence, His touch has darkened. Her internal morals vanished,  Her souls' been broken.   She remains silent and carries on, But her smile has wilted and gone.
 A failure at life, I yearn for the knife. Inflicting pain on purpose. No one can make me surface. Desire to bleed. My insanity needs to feed. Not a soul knows of this, they all just seem to miss. To cry a sea of tears where there are no family or
Grab a hand and stand together   let here a heartfelt welcome  hand by hand race by race  together we stand equal   strong and firm We are never alone   so be a friend and lend an ear
midnight meets me in the shower.I grasp wildly for the happiness I no longer feel,hoping to find it in the hot water that poundsagainst my skin. the water starts to blurmy vision. it clouds my mind, and assaults
I'm lost. But I remember you. "I'll give up everything. I love you." These words were meant for you. I needed the fire burning in your eyes. Otherwise I'd be unable to see
I'm surrounded by many. I know people love me. But why do I still feel lonely? I smile, laugh, and have fun. But why don't I feel happy? What people see isn't always true.
~thoughts of pain,self inflicted ~so weak and tired ~barely having the will to lift my head ~i almost give in, ~i almost cave ~i wanted to curl up and die ~but i dont ~i cry myself to sleep
after all of this, when I reach my peakin heaven, or hell, whatever you believewill He look at my wrists, or inside my head?will He let me explain, or judge me instead?
There are people who find solace in deathI find the angel's path sodden, indifferentThere are those who yearning to lose their breathBut stop themselves with the lord being reverent
The words I write Are my blood as it's spilled across a page Take a pen to paper Or a blade to my skin Makes no difference to me Except what I let the other people see Maybe if I didn't
I write to release, the pain of my world undone. A shattered soul, and a lost trust. Scattered dreams, And a broken heart. Writing is the place where I start. I bleed out from within,
There seemed to be no way out. I couldn’t scream and I wouldn’t shout. I let it go in a dangerous way. Too much has happened for me to say
I'm running, but going nowhere. I need help. Help me try to get through all these nightmares that keep racing through my mind. How long will it last? Someone, anyone, help me.  
There is no cure, no acceptance, no understanding, and no answer. Textbooks can only tell you so much, and unless you have lived it, it is near impossible to judge from the outside.
The pen is mightier than the sword As the cut is weaker than the word And while your body is greatly scarred In your heart you are even more scared   So I write for you And give you words to heal
You've left me here, All Alone Wondering why you let me go I do believe you've found your Home Up on high, with me waiting down below All your problems, they have ceased
A loud voice can do many things. It can free a caterpillar. My words stayed small for so long and no longer will they hunger for excape.  I fought through the jungle of my mind and freed my thoughts from it's captors.
The monster.  It is hungry.  It needs to get out.  It needs to get away.  It claws at the bars.  Knaws on its cage.  It needs to be free.  The monster scratches  And bites 
I never knew that there were ways to express myself out loud. Always bottling up emotions, ready to explode. Soon, I began to write. I released emotions that had been suppressed for too long.
Weak. Shaking. Shivering. Aching. The torment brings peace, to an overly troubled mind. In this chaos, there is Release. Comfort. Fragility. Beauty. And complete destruction.
Blissfully dancing, each crimson tear One by one creating a river Each river unique Yet each river filled with sorrow Why has each river been painfully caused? Each stripe, filled with red hatred
You said it. You didn’t know it would hurt my feelings— Or me, the way it did. But nevertheless, you said it.
her blood stained sleeves cover her arms hiding the wounds of her terrible pain she wears a smile so you cant see the real her, who she is even when it's hot, she wears the jackets, long sleeve shirts
Why do I write? I write to live and I write to breathe And to tell the stories that many aren't able to speak The thoughts that the pen provokes the paper to say Allows one voice to be the voice of many
I write so that I might survive another broken night. When I pick up a pen instead of a blade, I can escape into the world where he doesn’t exist, where fear nearly vanishes.
Look to your left, and Look to your right. Some of those people May be losing their fight So don't be afraid to ask, How are you today? You might be surprised by what they have to say.
Crimson blood Trickling down my pale arm like a Small waterfall flows into a sparkling stream: A feeling so great, it's peculiar that one could possess such an enotion.
You were born to dream, To love, to breathe. You were given life To fight defeat. You were chosen By God To take a stand. You were given breath To grow into a man.
On the bed thinking. Where's my razor So I can cut up. Where's my razor So I can take this pain away Why do people consistently bully or judge me when they don't even know me?
Twisted wrong Stepped over upon I glare up to see While on the ground I see myself To be the one Who tortured me all along And I now see What wrong I've done to myself
Weak bones Curled toes Soft cries Nine lives Was her only wish
The butterfly rests upon my wrist, Its wings emblazoned with swirling colors of a Cassia tree That fade to blue at the edges of its wings, And accented with a symmetric and swirling pattern
How I Got Skinny the beginning of a poem, and the end of an eating disorder
Your harsh words cut them like knives but you still don't flinch. Her heart is breaking but you just leave. His strength has faded and your pride has grown.
Tapping fingers on a desk No one notices Tapping fingers on the keys Everyone laughs Tapping fingers on my head Everything is hurting Tapping fingers on the trigger Nothing
You thought that you were ugly, so you learned to be invisible. Learnt to look down, to avoid conversation and peoples stares; you spent your hours, days, weekends in quiet solitude.
As I sit behind these tears of a clown you expect a different perspective, psychiatrist playing detective years i've been drowned, yet nobodies around
My thoughts have taken the long way out Everything I do kills me now. The beautiful ugly that resides in my mind, The silence that screams at me all the time. I take the medicine day after day.
I can’t stand anymore It hurts to breathe I can’t take anymore Please save me God You’re my only hope
I thought there was nothing left in the world When she said no I lost my hope in life When they teased me I lost my self-esteem When my folks fought I felt alone in hell When this happened I looked for an escape
A glimpse of light behind me, Darkness is encircling me, I know not where I am. Fear is the side effect, Spawned from the isolation Of my imminent demise. Adrenaline fueled aggression,
Alone, not wanted by anyone Feelings of love no longer entwine my heart. I am on the brink of chaos, destruction, hopelessness. Darkness swirls around me Clouding my hopes, my dreams.
You stand, stretching, reaching to the clouds, Your words ,so heavy, raining down Erasing smiles, birthing frowns. Stealing hope, leaving doubt Causing even light to bow Are you such a giant now?
sometimes you dont know how you will feel, sometimes you dont know how you will react, sometimes you are so bottled up you dont know what to do, sometimes you do things you didnt realize you did,
Today I lie in bed all day Not wanting to get up and play With my friends, who am I kidding? I have no friends. So lost and alone. It’s just me, myself, and I. I feel desperate as I pick up the phone
Hear the rusted cries of silent mouths, Weeping bitterly, but not out loud. They smile to your face, But in their hearts, they feel disgrace. You can see it in their eyes, Which unlike their teeth, do not lie.
The hardest way to die is by drowning. Your lungs get filled up with water, feel like they're dysfunctional. You try to get the water out, but you only manage to get more in.
They told me this move was for the best and that our problems were now just a thing in the past, a distant memory, never to be relived again
You see that girl you pass every day? Could you imagine her life in some other way? There’s something there you wouldn’t expect, She’s living proof of cause and effect Just take a moment and look inside
she sees herself as a nobody, and to others shes a nobody by the time shes a somebody she'll again be a nobody.
The wake of Shakespeare arrived Poetic genius reborn To tell a tale in rhyme However odd of one. I shall not wait until three To tell it to thee That this is a tragedy Listen now to me
The wake of Shakespeare arrived Poetic genius reborn To tell a tale in rhyme However odd of one. I shall not wait until three To tell it to thee That this is a tragedy Listen now to me
Life can be as short as this sentence lets take a look at the kid named Dennis 18 years old just getting out of school walking through his neighborhood acting as a fool playing with his brother
Rusted Love I continually look above to this Texas starlit sky where it shows only genuineness; no possibilities to neither falsify nor pretend.
One, lonely guy standing in darkness Two, friends talking about girls three, people walking away four, people who meet again five, people who don't talk six, lies told to each person seven, minutes later
I didn’t think scars would appear when i did that which i am not proud, the blood brought fourth a sense of fear as the flesh parted beneath the dark shroud. I wish i had a way of stopping
With it we taste our food It is our main communicator. From it pours blessing, From it pours cursing. Uncontrollable, utterly deceitful, Is fire ice, is honey bitter? That with it we worship God;
I would like to find the truth. I want someone that loves me. At this moment I can’t rest in peace. Nostalgia is present with me every day of my life. I don’t have any friends.
Depression strikes like a rock. Each and every day I feel like going further and further away. One thought, I’m done. Another, I will always miss someone. “Just take it,” they tell me.
Parents tried to hear me, People tried to fear me The letter I wrote said “Dear me,” But I wouldn’t let anyone near me Feeling like a doll nailed up against the wall Wanting to fall, and just let go of it all
From a bench I watched them walk, all in a line, the exertion of emotion dripping from each individual pus-filled, black-headed pore, twitching and moaning like dead men with gaping mouths and scarlet tongues
As she looked down at the scars of massacres on her wrist The tears teased the back of her throat; Taunting Laughing Tempting Pleading The monsters inside were screaming to be set free
I shall wait with bated breath, because These lacerations are tattooed on my back Initiating the tears falling down my cheek while the scars Spell out the hurt I’ve endured, Spill out my pain through the wounds and
It’s tiny and metal. No air for breathing. No door for leaving. Only I can open it and for now it’s closed.
We are an ungrateful species I am an ungrateful person How many of us have cried but for the pity of ourselves, and not for others Some of us have excuses, as most of us do I have excuses, as I always do
The girl you see Is not the girl I used to be. This little girl you see used to have glittering eyes, But now I think I deserves a noble prize For this remarkable disguise.
There are new lines on your wrists. Your corsage cannot hide them. I reach out, you flinch. I spend the rest of the night wanting to murmur I'm sorry, I love you into your veins until the words reach
Drip Drop Will it ever stop? The hurt The pain Blood dried on my shirt And still nothing to gain Why does the pain still persist? My happiness is so greatly missed. Inside I am screaming
I'm the shadow in a rainbow I'm the anger in a smile I'm a raincloud on a sunny day The tenth number in a dial
If I told you that you're beautiful Right here, right now, forever Would you believe me?
Little brother I know you have all these crazy thoughts in your head that are leading you too contemplate suicide but don't fret help is on the way. It's going to be okay I promise you.
The mirror this morning hisses at me I hear the croaks of past critique And for some reason, I agree This day is cold and bleak Time sprints in silence And jogs when I speak
Sometimes, I don’t know why I cry Why all of the sudden, I go from a pristine marble statue to sludge And for the time being, I’ll envelop myself in the darkness
Holding the thick black tape recorder your life is at your hands. With the ability to move forward but the rewind button contains broken bands. This apparatus is yours to keep. To stop, play and go forward
I could’ve prevented it, but I didn’t The name calling, the pushing, the jokes I should’ve helped, but I didn’t Why must we all look instead of lending a hand?
I take a knife And slit my skin, Exposing my heart Reach in And tear it out still beating Its erratic rhythm. I show my exposed story, My deepest truth Only to One Who gives me a reaction
I believe in pink, she giggles. As we sit in a room full of people, She is the one eyes are drawn to. Hugs and pink and smiles and more pink A pink sequined pillow that matches her pink sequined boots
A girl, a popular girl Everyone thinks she is awesome But there is a twist To this poem That girl cuts her wrists And now she is another victim On the self harm list
Stop the screaming, Stop the time, Stop reminding me that you are gone. It took only a second, And in that second, I wondered, Could I have done anything? Could I have paid more attention?
Open your eyes and crawl out of your bed. Walk through the day; try not to think. Go back to your bed, finally at home. Curl up and into yourself shrink.
This story is about a messed up boys life of how he dealt with his inner inharmony.   One who has been played by several girls in his life said he was a charity case and not suited to be in there life.  
Come one! Come all! Come look! Come see! Does anyone want to play the Knife Game with me? Ah you! The girl in the front, with the pretty hair! Come play the Knife Game, if you truly dare!
There have been wounds in my life. I'm used to the pain. I have been chasing love. I'm invisible on this earth, I'm always transparent. Even by my own parents. I have learned since I was older...
i am blinded by my tears as voices screech uncontrollably in my ears. i reach out to find relief, but all that returns are thoughts of defeat.
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