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I walk through a silent hallway. Everyone's eyes averting mine as tears streak down my face. But Only he looks up, only he rushes towards me and spins me to face him.
I slit my wrist to erase the pain, you look at me, and think I'm insane, my eyes turn red, bleeding my tears, and still you try to protect me from my worst fears.
Her father approached as the girl tugged at her delicate sleeves. She knew what was coming. She knew he was coming. He grabbed her wrist, and she screamed at his grip.
I see him and I wonder: Is that the real him. Or is it just a front That he wears to show us That he's okay, he's fine; Living his life happily. Although he could be sad And we wouldn't know.
Butterfly don't die Her cuts go deeper then her skin will allow. The words hurt more then anyone knows how. She sit alone at night cries herself to sleep. She sees herself as being so damn. weak.
Everyone but me is smiling, Joy has filled the air, Everybody but me is happy, They seem to have no cares, As turkey is cooked and presents unwrapped, Logs on the fire, Dog in my lap, Everybody is...
"we'll accept you for whoever you are" I'm here but I'm not barely there Christmas Eve dinner with the family I have to cover my arms cuts cover it 45 sharp cuts 5 small scratches I have to take my...
December twenty third, Stay home from church. Dad says I have to stay in my room. He thinks that is a punishment. My stomach is killing me. Literally. Don't give up and don't give in. I'm...
December twenty second, 8:38 pm. Saturday night. I told them I couldn't hang out. I meant I didn't want to. I told them that I felt sick. I meant that I was dizzy from not eating all day.
My birthday was awful in three days time it would of been a full month away it is still not enough time to forget.
I am a black lake, my reflection darker than the devil's blood. I have no hope today, no ambition, I want to give up again, a tiring repeat of twelve years age.
When I read through Opuss and I see the things people write, the things they are really going through in life, I feel so sad for them, for all of you.
My sleeves are stained red,. And I'm drowning in my head,. The river's burst and flowing,. What was hidden is now showing,. There are pathways on my skin,. Leading down to what's within,.
8:57 am. my dad and his girlfriend outside baking. wind chimes heard. my family is baking. perfect little life. I'm trapped in my bed. shaking. I thought it was a dream. but I woke up and saw it.
so I go to a camp every summer. every summer. since age seven. I don't say bad words there. I'm happy. I'm innocent. two weeks of being a kid. two weeks of freedom. but it's only two weeks.
crying. I just spoke with my dad. he knows I'm dying inside. I told him when I used to cut it was never to kill myself. it wasn't. but I cut yesterday. I still cut and I want to tell him and get help.
Quickly time by time... I have never showed anybody my work of heart. It so dearly would touch somebodys. My love, did you not so know. Oh my... time for an art show. A razor...
her hair was a paradox her skin snow I didn't have to say anything for her to know the look on my face let my soul show her soul was beautiful it was dark and twisted tragically broken loose by a...
Pigs are coming to stop me dying Don't want to die but doesn't stop me trying A few small scratches upon my arm Before the knife does any real harm.
She had a canvas. Her only paint brush was a knife and her body was the canvas. She made many marks but it wasn't beautiful. She did that on purpose, only to make herself look the way she felt inside.
Why does it matter if I have scars on my body. Why does it matter if I refuse to hide my scars in shame. Why does it matter to you. It's my life. I am who I am.
Im not sorry , that i feel stupid everyday. Im not sorry , that i have problems in school and no one to help me. Im not sorry , that i have no friends to tell my problems to.
She couldn't take it anymore. The hurting and the pain. She'd found a way of escape. But it brought everything but gain. Her mother kissed her boyfriend. While her baby brother cried.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, Out of it come countless demons What is inside, what shouldn't be Reaching, crawling, out the abyss Groping and taunting, all around me I cover my ears to their sneering...