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Crying Crying Slowly dying Screaming Screaming No one hearing Can't cope Can't cope Now she's Lost hope Knowing Knowing Where she's Going Family Family Say "It's a...
I know there's more to living, 'cos I remember the good ole days. I see friends enjoying life, without my general malaise. My reserve of get up and go, long since got up and went.
When your drug down Cast out Tossed around Happy becomes a dream When your left out All alone Crying The pain becomes your best friend When your last hope walks away Hand in hand with your...
I've not wrote for a while and I'm going to explain why in this post. There's a girl at my school, same year as me who is the life and soul of the year.
It begins with the anger, It turns into sadness, It comes out in tears, Then swells up in redness. The two marks, So simple so sly, There red and there sitting, Right there on your thigh.
From the day I was born You set me off to wonder alone I was so young and naïve Even though I tried, there was nothing I could achieve You said that I was worth nothing and useless You didn't...
It took me two attempts to swallow the pills that night. The methadone was bad enough, but at least the tablets were small. The anti-depressants were huge, difficult to swallow.
I give it all away. Trade my hate for more pain. Watch my happiness drain. As my mind goes insane. Nothing else will remain. Stood alone in the rain. Bad thoughts stuck in my brain.
Hours in front of the mirror. Layers of makeup on her face. Her cries of pain you never here. Because a smile is always in place. The cheerfulness on the outside. Is no match for what's within.
J was in bed, a lonely, frigid bead of sweat was running sluggishly down his ashen forehead, by now he's only scarcely remembering the mystifying scenes that were unfolding in the dream plains before...
Waking in the morning, my alarm didn't call, as I look off my bed, the clock broken from the fall.
Crying alone Wanting to die People don't care Don't even ask why Fed up of the fight Lost all of my will To get up over and over It's just a steep hill I've tried so many times To fight this dark...
Bottle empty, dreams run dry, Pour me another just to pass time by. Down the poison, done with thinking. Mind is numbing, head is spinning. Reality resides as i close both my eyes.
His shoulders, heavy. His hands, numb. His words, unspoken. His expression, glum. His life, lifeless. His visions, blurred. His thoughts, empty. His speech, slurred. His bottle, full.
Cut cut I cut my skin, My soul has rotted from within. I feel the blood come down my arm, I think about why I do this self harm. I wish I was different, I want to stop it.
I’ve been trying to get better. Trying is a funny word. Trying can have so many definitions, depending on the person. But, please all of you know, I tried. I was clean for a month. And today.
She cuts a little deeper, she really loves the sting. Watches as the blood flows, dark red soon fills her sink. Her only wish is for those she loves to forgive her for her sins.
Truth develops sadness. Eyes develop tears. Mind develops madness. Alone i fight my fears. Not a soul left to talk to. Not a soul left to care. Not a soul left, where are you.
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.
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.
"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.
-I wrote this poem for a girl who never smiled. Her name is Ivy, like the poison.- Her skin was pale as the moon as if it never met the sun and the black clothes she wore created a contrast.
Is that all I'll ever be. A blot on the paper of extistence. The dot in an "i" in the novel of life. A simple screw in a machinery masterpiece. A candlesticks glow in a lighthouse. Unimportant.