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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.
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,.
Lack of lights. Comfort me. Sleepless nights. I do not see. Tuck me in. Hide it all. Tear my skin. Let me fall. Fear the day. Love the dark. Go away. Leave no mark. Water drops. Down my spine.
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.
Cross my wrists and hope to die,. Whilst trapped within a tragic lie,. The macabre, so dark and grim,. Within a life where lights are dim,. Lost and lonely; dying slowly,.
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...
* this is not true I don't self harm* I self harm because Its a pain I can control.
My life is worthless,. Theres nothing left for me,. I feel like shit,. Cant they see,. Soon I'll be floating down,. Gliding down,. Falling,. No one will care,. Not a soul will feel sorry,.
#mymusical SARAH*: I'll just drift away on the breeze, Floating down slowly with ease, Drifting away, Falling away, Floating down.
Little, stupid girl. Laying in bed. All dressed in black. Hairs damp, she just came out of the shower. . remembering the memories of crying pain, and shades of red.
Around this time of year; December. I often miss the little girl who'd wake up at 5 in the morning. Quietly tip-toeing towards the living area. Trying to see if Santa has came yet.
The pain, it's in my chest. This pain, it's doing it's best, to rip me apart from the inside out. I have no way out. I try to think happy thoughts, but all my heart does is rotts. With out you hear.
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.
There you go again losing sense of pride and faith. Feeling worthless you piece of paper. Crumpled and ready to be thrown away. Be positive they say but looking up from the damage of blades.
#10wordchallenge. Hearing a car slowing down. A young girl gets a faint frown. Sadly she quickly starts to smile. Hearing it only for a while. She's all alone, her heart was stolen.
Isn't it funny how poetry is full of sorrow, I write, and write, until there's no tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, it's just an observation, Is it a release, a sanctuary, escape, or momentary vacation.
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.
16+ warning. Heat. Condensed into stinging welts. Clenching muscles under too-hot bed sheets. Tears tugged out of reluctant eye corners. A mantra of belief. Whispered under ragged breath.
I'm battered and bruised. I'm cut and I'm scraped. I've taken all the pain, that my soul can take. I need some one to pick me up off this cold hard ground.
He had his head Stuck in the clouds. His view hindered; An empty white crowd. Up here is better, Than the chaos below. The noise unbearable, A quiet haven bestowed. And he floats, Swimming in clouds.
Thought I was getting better,. But the pain cuts deeper,. Sinking in easier,. I no longer struggle,. Don't want any cuddles,. One line added,. I never really had him,. Another line made,.
The pain burns through me everyday. I try to cut holes so it can escape, Yet the wounds are not deep enough to compare with that pain.
My blood is Stone cold. My heart is On hold. My brain is Long dead. My body is Heavy led. My thoughts are Jumbled. My stomach always Tumbles. My face is Blank. My hair is Rank. My life is A mess.
Not feeling the pain anymore. Staring all day and night at the floor. Not wanting to cry anymore. My tears are dry as I told you before. Not wanting to talk anymore.