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The introvert had the deadliest mind, Many dark secrets and crimes you'd find, He sat and rarely spoke a complete recluse, In his mind he was plotting his next drug abuse, His mind a maze of...
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 know I said I'd stop it, Just one more go, I swear, It helps me at the best of times, A comfort: cause it's there.
Angry words hidden under pretence. Oh I smile but it's no longer warming. I'm twisted and bitter inside dear one. The cause is always undeniably you. Or maybe I place the blame unaware.
Cut it out and tear me down like violent scenes in a horror film. I said nothing like that to you, and smiled all the time, But your guilt stained hands touch my head with the sights.
Use me. Cut me. How would you like me served Bloody and raw or cooked to perfection The leg, the heart, which section.
You scared me, You scared you. You scared my life, But that's just you. You betrayed me, You betrayed you. You betrayed your promises, Scaring them too. You tore my heart, You left a scar.
Unzipping, I begin to pull my skin away- Off of my body Stepping out of it As if it were a body suit Flinging it into the dusty corner Where my hair resides I stare at myself in the mirror All...
to give your soul. for material things. to take it all. and leave them again. one thing on your mind. not love. not friendship. not me. not love. not me. not me. not you. how to win it all.
December twenty second, Take a deep breath. Close your eyes. Grit your teeth. Move your toes. Let your heart beat get louder. Feel the rush of blood between your veins.
I’ve always been a child of light Now nothing but darkness, Is stalking within my shadows Leaving me with an unpredictable life Still… And always… Been a leader.
Take my hand and walk with me,. Ill take you on a journey using imagery,. Take a piece of paper tear it in two,. Can you see the image trying to get through,. Take your half and tear it some more,.
My bells are no longer ringing, They only mock me with their sound. These silk suits are no longer shinning, Tattered, they drag on the ground.
I flicked the lighter on, off, on, off; the glow of the flame illuminating my face in the darkness of the attic.
Seven years. Seven years since I was fool enough to let that precious thing slip out of my grasp, splinter into a million pieces and shatter. Shatter my hopes.
"Just eat," you beg. Like it's that easy. As if I can take a mouthful. Without feeling queasy. Like an alcoholic to his liquor. Or a smoker to his smokes. I need emptiness in my gut.
Open, Dry. Bleeding from the inside. Never Known If I would make it. Anger, Rushing & burning as it flows. Fear, Loving Every second it controls. Pain, Gripping, Clawing at my soul.
She is beautiful but she wont believe , Most times she wishes she couldnt breath. She is perfectly skinny but its not enough , Shes gave up food and trying to love.
Nails for breakfast, Tacks for snacks, Knives and scissors, Behind my back, Make the mundane A sharpened charade, Metaphorical pain, Self-harm of my self-worth, I'm all give and I've Pretty much...
My shakey pale hands reach up to graze my top lip. Cracked skin and pale pink I'm losing color. Dark circles make a home in the bed of my eyes.
This is a song my brother wrote that I think is worth sharing~. *****. starring at my beautiful demise. my mind and body ache. blinded by the white light. as this is the last i'll take.
This is no disorder. At least, it's not for me. It's knowing thin's a lock on happiness. And that Ana's the only key. Ana is eight glasses a day. And two or three green teas. Ana is skin and bones.
Guess this song .
The mirror ate you up, Swallowed you whole. The mirror defined you, Consumed your soul.