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She's lonely Tries to explain her pain to her so-called friends but they don't seem to care and ignore her silent cries. She brushes it off, she's use to it.
Night, would you please. Take me away. Swallow me up. Away from today. Being me deep down. To the depths where dreams lie. And keep me there safe. In your star-speckled sky. Knock me out cold.
One more cut. Another burn. Just a sip more. I never learn. One more go. Just one last hit. I'll stop, I will. I can handle it. I don't need this. Can quit anytime. I'm perfectly okay.
I walk these halls. Frightened. Anyone could be in here. I wouldn't even know it. People could be watching me. I could be murdered. But nothing ever happens. I just scare myself.
I awoke only to find my lungs empty. And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing. And now my dreams, are nothing like they were meant to be. And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down.
New. Newer. Less. Fewer. I'll get slimmer. Skip dinner. Be the clear winner. Thin. Thinnest. Thinner. Thinner. Always thinner. Never enough. Always too much stuff. Too many voices. Too few choices.
Her hair is dark. Her eyes are too. Her skin is pale. Her lies are true. Her thoughts are hers. And hers alone. Her heart gives out. A busy tone. She stays inside. Her self made cage. Lets no one in.
Sleep sleep sleep, Still can't sleep Even though I'm tired and crumpled in bed in a strange heap.
The words spill. Spill over into the room. The words all over. Some spelling doom. The words and letters are everywhere. I don't know what they mean. The letters scrambled about.
I realised about a year ago how much my happiness was tied up with yours. 2011 had been, in many ways, an awful year for you.
Here's the manta; the secret of life I'm afraid we all experience strife Now repeat these words after me This mantra here to fix all these "I will be fine; I'll be alright Just one more day; one...
I'm a claustrophobic, agoraphobic, there's nothing I can do. I'm too scared to go outside and I'm shit scared of my loo. I don't like being confined, I get all claustrophobic.
Was goin' through my old writing, and found another one similar to So I Cut but this was at age 14 #cut #cutters #lost #lonely #FML #invisible. ------------------------.
I am a loser. I am a loner. I am a cheater. I am a liar. I am a thief and im a nobody. I have lost everything and i have no one to blame but me. I can't control everything. I can't remember anything.
The bell rings and cody is off to school he is helped by the bus driver an his mom she caries the crutches on the bus and then hands them to cody Have a good day said Stacey his mom cody had light...
I have felt it once, I don't wish it on anybody. I have felt the sadness, Threatening to pull me under. I know how it feels, Like a knife to the heart. The neverending darkness, Creeping on my life.
Everywhere I go they look at me Like an alien Don't know where to go To try and fit in Everyone I'm with makes me feel Soo small I don't wanna be a fake ass wanna be Just wanna be me , but will...
You don't know how it feels, To be imprisoned in an emotional chamber full of fear, Gated with iron knives, So if you try to get out, they dig deep into your skin, soul, and feed off of your fear.
I looked at my daughter laying on her bedroom floor. She had tears in her eyes large wounds running across her arms. She cut?. How had I never noticed before. I'm so stupid. Such a terrible father.
I worry about myself sometimes, Many people don't hear my helpless cries. I'm good at putting on a fake smile, Haven't smiled properly in a while.
I wrote this poem when i was 15 in the year 2008 because i was going through a really hard time in my life.. I am drowning in depression. I am spinning all around. I am drowning in depression.
In the sun, the world is color. Beautiful, fun, and bright. Then the lights are turned out. Everything's gray in the night. This is a sleepless dark. I'm tired of the unrest.
She breathed heavily as she gripped the object in her hands. "I'm sorry dad, I know you love me, but...I don't love myself." she scribbled on the paper. "I can be with mom now. I can be happy.
I write poems to stay alive Cuz all I live for Is a lie I keep crying for Help I need an angel.