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Darkness swallow me whole, Black, black as coal. Make me fall without thought, Feeling broken and distraught. Tripping over my own feet, What fate will I soon meet.
These are the darkest thoughts I've ever had. I am in so much pain right now. I feel as if I'm sinking into darkness; drowning.
To those who wear the biggest smile... Laugh the loudest Dance the longest Thank you for being ok Or pretending to be ok at least.
Dark Safe Familiar Retreat My bedroom; Bed Safe Secure Cocooned My own private womb. Regress Curl Foetal Warm Just like a child; Block Noise Hidden Sight Just for a little while.
I don't know how it happens. I can be so happy one second. I've got the bottle in my hand, and I know not one thing is stopping. None of you will miss me.
A cold, hard world waits outside, Unsympathetic to my fears. To strive and fail might hurt my pride. A stinging, scarlet trace appears.
Words are a beautiful thing. Words can make the simplest of minds see through the eyes of a vivid imagination.
Hey guys let me know what you think and I'll add more. She elegantly scaled the wall. The mental institute couldn't hold her for long. Avery N landed on the dried out grass.
Please let something save her, when i cannot be there. Please give her the courage, through sadness she will bare. Please protect her wrists, from the cold blade of the steel.
I’m haunted by your laugh, Your almond shaped eyes... I still feel the smoothness of your hair, I feel the heat from your dreamy stare. I miss your smell, Your soft skin The way you used to hug me...
She smiles but she's not really happy. She asks but she doesn't want to know. She talks but she isn't saying anything. She laughs but she doesn't find it funny. She cries but it doesn't mean anything.
There is a pain she feels inside When people say she's strong Imagine if they knew the truth...
The soft, airbrushed skin. The bleached, straightened, blowdried hair. The heavy lipstick smeared on.
Inside me. Come out. You make me scream. Shout. I don't want. To talk. Or move. Just walk. Be free. I wish. My mind. Cold dish. Eat me. I'm gone. All alone. Just one. I can't talk. Barely breathe.
Letting your mind wonder. Letting your mind race. The things you remember. You thought you'd erased. The anger returns. Like it never left at all. Knuckles go back to bleeding. Just like before.
"It sucks because I was getting better, but now it's getting worse" I hate complaining, and I was promising to myself that I wouldn't come onto Opuss again until I had something positive to say.
This poem is for everyone who feels worthless and overly emotional- Wake up, get dressed, don't look too stressed. Make up, perfection, leads to depression.
A cold silver circle Pressed against my mind Seduced by what this offers Pills of a metal kind An easing of my troubles In one so simple click A movement of a finger The end would come so quick The...
Beautiful girl, saddened face, Bullied for her weight Called ugly, called fat by the "popular" girls No where to go to, only tears Her grades fall lower and lower, No one knows she cries at night,...
My mother brings me here Every day for an hour, She thinks it will help, But it just makes my mood sour. I open the door, A cold wind chills my spine, Everyone's faces are Pale, just like mine.
Slut That's my name I'm a dirty little whore. Easy. Hoe. No one knows what I've been through. The thoughts that chill my heart like ice, the night that played again and again in my head. On repeat.
Tired. Why even bother, Trying. Lying is easier, Dying is easier. Time. It's only a matter of it Before I lose it, Before I throw a fit. Ostracized.
Bulimia says Throw up You're not good enough To be allowed food You're not skinny enough You don't deserve to eat You don't deserve food Once you're skinny Then you can eat.
It's been a long time since I've felt a sadness like that. I haven't felt grey and hollow for many months. And this surprises me.