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"Mirror, mirror, tell me quick Are my thighs too big, too thick. Foundation seems a slight bit off At my pimples, will they scoff. "Oh mirror dear, what DO you think. My blush, is it too dark.
sinking into an addiction. one I'd like to fuel. go down to the kitchen. quietly open the cabinet. grab the poison of the night. because I need. I want to feel alright. tip toe to my room.
just pull the trigger there'll be no more pain just tie the rope you've got no more to gain just use that knife even if tears will rain just take those pills don't let yourself live in vain just say...
#nightdwellers Warning-self injury and suicide references Memories long forgotten Locked away in my mind Barred behind walls A place where I can unwind Then you came along Knocking down my...
I saw the cuts on your wrists and on your hips. Your small red eyes and smiles full of lies. I watched you cry and held you close. You're still beautiful to me no matter what you do.
They tell you to take it day by day but At some points that becomes overwhelming so Then you have to break it down further into Hours or even Minutes.
No one fucking listens, I need a friend but no one's there. I might end this lifelong mission, To find somebody who cares. My animal friend is broken, Perhaps beyond repair.
I've not wrote for a while and I'm going to explain why in this post. There's a girl at my school, same year as me who is the life and soul of the year.
8:00. time to get dressed. turn on some music. fuck stress. Prozac and cereal. then run to the door. grab my board. and fucking hit the floor. time to go. and go and go.
*The boy you call lame works every night to support his family. *The girl you call fat Has a disease and is anorexic. *the girl you pushed down today is being abused at home.
It begins with the anger, It turns into sadness, It comes out in tears, Then swells up in redness. The two marks, So simple so sly, There red and there sitting, Right there on your thigh.
(Not completed. Only 18 things) This is a list of things I like to do in my free time. #100things 1. Writing. I love writing down my feelings. It's the only way to truly express myself.
I stared at a bald headed girl. Me. My eyebrows gone and everything. I burst into a a crying fit and Jane knocks on the door. "Everything alright?" She asks, "I have no hair!" I say between sobs.
Depression, I am at war with you, I am Legend, a sword welded in Fury, steel edged, dipped in glory And happiness and a Wisdom Battle hardy from years of warring You, bloody and gored in the shield...
Lungs restrict Try to breathe Lungs restrict Do not heave Irrational thoughts Why so many.
From the day I was born You set me off to wonder alone I was so young and naïve Even though I tried, there was nothing I could achieve You said that I was worth nothing and useless You didn't...
My own, DARK HALF HOUR of the soul, I'm losing control. It's taking me whole. My own, DARK HALF HOUR of the soul, Clouding my mind. Making me blind.
Once on a crumpled scrap of paper. Smeared with lipstick blots and ink splatters. She wrote a poem. And she called it "Valentine's Day". And that's what it was all about.
The tears that fall in the dark, Dreams that fade away. Overwhelming sadness, When night replaces day. Hiding pain has become a habit, But cracks are in the dam.
Touched by her eyes, Inside the city lights, My eyes could not let go, Staring at the ground where you sit and cry, I ask why and you reply "Tired of this fight to survive in this world so cruel made...
It took me two attempts to swallow the pills that night. The methadone was bad enough, but at least the tablets were small. The anti-depressants were huge, difficult to swallow.
The feeling of being on edge constantly, Is getting to me, deep deep down. Pretending to smile on the surface, When within there is a frown.
But you and I Will never be This pain I feel You'll never see It's not your fault It's really not I shouldn't have loved you In a trap I am caught I did this to myself And I shall pay the price For...
*I wrote this without thought, it might not make total sense as its 3am, it's a quite long maybe very boring write about myself. It may Contain swear words, i can't remember.You were warned.