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Part 3 (Inspired by Tumblr) It's two years later. The whole school talks to counselors and therapist at least once a week. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders...
This is a mess of writing and for that I'm sorry but my mind is being abstract today. My life is pathetic Would you like to know why. I sleep all day, watch movies all night.
She is too happy to be this sad. Too young to know her pain. Too fragile to be this hurt. But still, she remains. I watch her as she hides it away,. Puts on her fake smile.
I'm sick of being scared of being sick. The constant worry of an anxious mind, 'Is it just a cold or is it something worse?' 'Is it just that I ate too much or is it that it was dodgy.
Tracing over long healed scars. Cuts unnoticed. Below radars. Hickeys from my one true love. My razorblades. What pain is made of. Memories of scarlet tears. That blur confusion. Dilute my fears.
emotionally drained. physically drained. I'm so tired. I sleep all day. I worry my parents. I sleep life away. I need to get up. and out of my head. I need to get out. of this damn bed.
She's not looking for someone to tell her that she's pretty, or to hear their pity. She's just looking for an escape, this world is not her fate.
Part 2 (Inspired by Tumblr) The next day at school, there's an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide.
I'm fine. I would even go as far as to say I'm happy. Until it gets dark. Until you're gone in your own bed somewhere far away floating through unconsciousness.
Part 1 (Inspired by Tumblr) Wanna kill yourself. Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You've had yet another horrible day. You're just ready to give up.
@spikekutter ... for you my friend<3 I read a bit of your work and was shocked to find you are struggling, Drowning in a pit of depression. You aren't just you, nor are you nothing.
I wanted it to have a good length to it. I've got a chest infection so writing this was especially hard - hope its not too terrible.
#firstopuss Frustration is the cloud that hangs oppressively in my mind, that worms in to every waking thought and sometimes my sleeping ones too....
It's getting harder to stand tall All I want for now is to just fall It's not self pity and not a desperate call Never done them and don't like them at all Just want to hide for a while Get under my...
This was a poem I wrote for my best friend last year when I felt I was taking up all of her time and energy.... She's still my best friend, and I love her. I'm sorry.
Can anyone make sense of me right now. The whole world is spinning, my head is spinning, my thoughts are spinning. I can't get my bearings. Sometimes I get these brilliant thoughts.
"It hurts so much, being in love with an angel." I lifted my face to gaze at nothing.
Wow, I did a lot of digging and found old paper where I wrote this poem when I was about 9 or 10 years old. #death #cutter. ---------------------------. A beating heart. A heart that beats.
The lack of sleep is puzzling me, The bags under my eyes are bursting at the seams. Night and day is slowly becoming the same thing, Slowly but surely my mind and body is changing.
Happy [hap•pee] adj. hap-pi-er, hap-pi-est 1. Delighted, pleased, or glad over a particular thing Sad [sad] adj. sad-der, sad-dest 1. Affected by unhappiness or grief What is happiness.
Terror flooded the streets. Her knees buckled, and to the cold, hard ground she fell. She couldn't take it anymore. She was living in a mad, sick world that only judged and hurt her.
There's a bloody flame Licking in my eyes, And a sick knot Shredding my stomach. I think the sky isn't my answer. I failed that aspect again, And to reach for it now Is admitting defeat to myself.
Every day, I wear my mask, So no help ever came, I hide the fear and sadness, Maybe I'm to blame, They just ignore the blatant truth And so no one can see, That beneath this mask I wear Lies so many...
A free verse I wrote a while back. I also adapted it into a poem. Critique is encouraged ^.^ ____________________ I run your sharp kiss across my wrist. Should I give in. You call to me.