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people always told me my body is art,
but i never thought so.
so i tried painting on it,
but the paint is hard to use.
it’s too watery,
Invisible tears,
Blood stained wrists,
The world is painted gray,
Slowly fading day by day.
Withering emotions,
Broken hearts,
Eyes so sunken,
Lifeless from pain.
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,
I have a cat
That is unfriendly
My skin their claw mat
Claws that claw a-plenty
I have a feline
Looks of silvery gray
As I sit on the dusty dugout bench,
I already know what it means.
The varsity coach approaches me
trying his hardest to avoid eye contact
but I already know what hes going to say.
Sometimes my brain is not kind to me.
It started when I was twelve years old.
My classmate, a year older, had marks on her ankles.
Red
perfect
lines
How much longer can I hold on?
Hold on to this reality,
The smiles that I place
On my usually tiered face.
Hold on to this image that you see
A confident girl that is happy.
White as snow,
The beautiful rose.
So fragile its petal,
Hiding the thorns.
The thorns that it hates,
For it ruins its beauty.
It ruins its purity.
Among the red roses
She belongs not.
I want to disappear,
and leave it all behind.
Have all go away,
Make my eyes blind.
I don't want to see anything at all,
I don't want to listen, or answer your calls.
A Broken Mirror,
A Bleeding Fist
A Silver Blade Against A Wrist,
Tears Falling To Lips Unkissed,
Ignore Her And She Wont Exist,
She's Not The Kind You'll Come To Miss...
Stuck in life?
Don't cry
Strut with pride!
Hope to die?
Don't end your life
End the strife!
Get some time
Just free your life
And be happy.
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,
It hit me one night on tumblr
a blog i
stumbled upon
with a bio that sounded
a LOT like my old best friend
we never fell out
our friendship never ended
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
When stuff goes to hell
Sometimes we just break away
Away from the world.
We all have problems
We all endure suffering
But we just can't leave.
Find your own anchor.
Nobody had to tell her that the taste of blood was metallic.
She figured it out on her own when she slid the blade across her skin and licked at the crimson poison to try and desperately hide the slit of evidence.
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...
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
Every man’s life ends the same way.it is only the details of how he lived and how he died that distinguish one man from another..People fear death even more than pain.it’s strange that they fear death.at the point of death,the pain is over..Do n
the first time i hated myself, i was 9 years old.
groups of soulless children followed me around the schoolyard
calling me diseased ridden, disgusting, fat...
the laughed as my tears splashed on the table at which i sat
i want you to see the scars on my skin
the wounds youre responsible for
i want you to witness my blood an my pain
and my nights spent alone on the floor
i want you to watch as the sharp razor glides
suddenly i am julted awake by that feeling. it strikes through me like lightning and thunders in my head and leaves a pouring storm of rain falling continuously from my storm cloud eyes.
I feel like crap cause yea, i relapse
Relapse~to fall into a former state
I guess i fell back into devil's trap
I was just a his susceptible bait
Words on paper
Words on paper
Paper that cuts
Paper that wrinkles
Teacher cant teach
Teacher cant teach
Why am I here...
Dribble, bounce, pass.
Shoot, swish, ah!
Friendly pats on the back,
Tick, tock, shrill!
I'm breathing hard, in and out.
I'm cold, I'm hot, I'm sweating.
I hold the silver over flesh and feel the sting of thorns.It seems like there was no damage.Ah, there it is.
Understand, this is not right.Listen, hear me warn you.This is not a fair fight.You will fail, win, lose.
Here I am watching the rain whip through the window
The water seeps in the cracks of the thirsty hard wood floor
My face is soaking wet as I stand by the window, watching you leave
When I am hurt
Words flow from my mind
Like blood flows from a cut
My mind is raw like my skin
My mind hurts like a wound
Pain radiates to my heart
My hand move quick
Ink stains paper
her garden flourished
flowers of every kind
in every color imaginable
she took good care of her garden
kept the weeds away
never let any thorns grow
