' 'deep' 'mental health’; depression ; death ; imagery ; suicide
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My feet reach the edge,
where windowsill meets empty air.
Death is watchful, inevitability at my side.
This is the closest I come
to her presence—on the brink.
There comes a time
When all left are twigs
leaves all blown
Dry branches fall
when wind breaks off
the blood was warm running down my arm
watching them drip methodically to stain the carpet
it was mesmerizing
i thought to myself
I'm not the same person I was before
He didn't listen to me when i said no more
I was just something he couldn't resist
Seriously that fucking man just had to persist
Put the blunt to his lips
Cigarette burns on his hips
White clouds fill the room
This is practically sealing his doom
Anything to make the pain go away
First it’s calm
Everything is quiet and warm,
But all that has to be done to remove that calm,
Is as simple as a flick of a switch.
Somebody says something,
The silence was loud
Like the heart that was once pounding
With blood surrounding
Once filled with life
But is weeping in sorrow
There’s no tomorrow
The silence was loud
Blades on the ground
She scratches me and I feel like a hero
But if someone saw,
they'd think I was suicidal
cutting my arms
but I'm not
Thought I was in Love once,
It was like I was on Drugs,
She was undreamed of
And her hugs,
She was a tender hearted girl
A girl I desired,
we met a while ago
not knowing how much our love would grow
never did I regret our part
for it is written in this work of art
We was once there together living in hell but praying for better
It was all worthwhile you raised me with care from a infant to a kid
From there i am here we moved as a unit was joined at the hip the heart
We was once there together living in hell but praying for better
It was all worthwhile you raised me with care from a infant to a kid
From there i am here we moved as a unit was joined at the hip the heart
carmine, garnet, crystal, ruby red
flowing out and running down to rest around my head
cardinal, cleret
alone, I can't bear it
as ashen metal clatters to the ground
bring forth the cadmium crown
Life is a mountain, child,
Just as it seems like you are almost to the top there is always more to climb.
And yes life is hard that way,
By the grave I saw the storms
When I thought of suicide.
Suicide - tormentor of my dreams,
Ripping me apart.
I sat in the grass
I just want to slit my wrists.
I just want to slit my throat.
I just want to feel my life drain
As the pools of blood collect.
A fiery flame is hard to tame.
But all in all, mesmerizing the same.
The bright, big flame lights up my eyes.
The burning ash that flies and flies.
Maybe it’s time I disappear,
Maybe then things will become clear.
Nobody cares and I know it well,
Maybe this is my permanent Hell.
5am
She gets out of bed
she makes coffee just to last
4 more days then she can nap
As she goes to school with dark under eyes and a mask
She looked over the edge and said “This is the perfect height to make it all end” But she collapsed to the floor before she could do anything harmful.
She looked over the edge and said “This is the perfect height to make it all end” But she collapsed to the floor before she could do anything harmful.
you left me when i was fourteen. After 5 years of being alone, i met you cam.
then not even six months later you passed.
suicide isnt beautiful.
And no, i wont say its depressing and i wont say its scary.
You know I used to keep a list of reasons to stay and reasons to go.
A side effect of of mixing OCD with Depression, like putting a red sock in the dryer with white underwear.
I'm fooling myself in this game called life,
so I go to pick up a knife.
Why does being happy have to hurt?
While I'm trapped inside this prison of pain,
my eyes slowly begin to rain.
He stands one hundred feet above ground,
on top of some
abandoned building;
perched on the edge
of life.
His Arms bend in wicked ways, and
it's a scary place, no place is scarier than the mind. horror displayed on the face is produced from the horror you find. you're your own enemy you're your own friend you're the only one who can bring it to an end. the river of thoughts y
At sixteen, we start to take shape,
solidifying morals, values, goals.
Bodies changing: gaining weight —
Skipping beats of life
she took pills to
proceed with her lies
without truth byt
Believing them is finished
Pages turn until they're
No more...
"Just do it..." her head
speaks two languages
Move on or give up...
Meeting reality with
punches against walls
Salty water traveling to
her cheaks proving
their words correct
Falling deeper into DARKness masked by blankets and pillows
Girl unsure-destiny holds her
grabbing her tight, leaving
stains to remind
her she's unnecessary
There was A boy not long ago
So broken inside
Damaged from head to toe
Something inside him had died
When he looked in the mirror
He couldn't be found
Death seemed so near
Humans see the world full of cheer and bliss,
I see it much more than this.
I believe the world is nothing but an abyss.
Then at the very end you just give in to death's kiss
