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She told me she hurts herself when I'm not around. In the shape of hearts on her arms That night she went on holiday, Five years ago. She never told me why, Or what this meant, not a word.
Nobody can save me, you can all try. But you won't make me better by filling me up with lies. I'm lost, but I can't be found. It's too late, all hope has been lost. I'm useless and broken anyway.
Is everyone like this. Does everyone have talks with themself. Not just silly chatter, but real, meaningful talks in which part of you is argueing with the other.
{ ~ lexis pov. } I set my razor down as my hands shake like the rest of my body. I leaned against the sink, tears falling onto my red covered on.
Huvudvärken tränger sig på Jag vet varför de blir så Blundar hårt för att slippa se Herr ångest som på återbesök é Jag kippar efter luft, pärlor av svett "kom så leker vi på mitt lilla sätt" Hans...
The pain,. The hurt,. I wish you could understand,. The pain that ventures through me inside and out,. I wish I didn't give up my past addiction,. It took away my tears,. My sorrow,.
I stood in between the lanes where different sizes of vehicles drove pass me. I stared blankly ahead, completely aware of the danger I was placed into.
Chapter 1 There once lived a heard of unicorns, Each unicorn had there horn, appart from one.
why doesn't anything work out. why is everything a. failure. trial. fail. try. try again. fail again. never ending circle. circle of life. circle carved. carved in my wrist. has no beginning or end.
A knife to flesh To cut the skin Realising blood And tension within. A fist to stone To break the bones Covering up All the pain within.
My heart is being sliced one by one. With all the guilt and stupid things I have done. Scars and bruises cause no pain. Although I like to make them it somehow keeps me sane.
I just want to quickly point out, that these chapters can get quite harsh and unpleasant quite quickly, so younger and more sensitive readers please be aware. Continued ..
You're like a crayon, With your fake orange tan, No friends, You write on your skin with pens, You take a knife to your wrist and cut deep, Many people think you are a creep, You're a fake, You...
Hiding Our Hurt Chapter 3 ~~~ He came out of his shower clean shaven, smelling fresh and no blood anywhere. Only a black eye. "Your such a bitch, You know that?" I smiled and shrugged.
Pain is beauty Pain is true Pain is curious Pain is you Pain is real Pain is glee Pain is alone Pain is me Pain is lying on the bathroom floor knowing that there is nothing more.
Hey, tell me. Do I have a sick mind. Am I not healthy. The bigger the number is, the more disappointment I feel.
"Make me cry" The whisper came, barely audible. "Make me cry, I need to feel something. Something I know is real. I need that release. The endorphin's to rush through me. The tears make me real.
I'm going to throw myself down the well, Keep falling until I meet hell. There I can escape you... And the things you make me want to do. You'll never have me be a bother.
It would take five seconds. Not even. To never see anything again. But something holds me back, makes me look up as the evening sun sinks lower into the sky. Nobody cares, I remind myself.
So sick of looking in the mirror and hating what I see. I lash out. Clenching my fist tight smashing myself in the face, mirror shatters. Blood drips.
#household Sometimes I wonder if anyone would care if I died. I stare at a blank wall with a knife in my hand. My mind screams cut. But my heart says put the knife down.
The knife lay flat. On my desk. Right before me. My choosing of when. The knife that. Holds all my pain. Releases it from me. For one small moment, again and again. The knife has a cutting edge.
The knife-edge glimmers With a promise of release From pain, passion, love-unrequited, I know how it feels; Cold blade slicing hot skin, Warm rush of blood, endorphins kick in, And I yearn for that...
Go to sleep and close you're eyes, and dream of broken butterfly's. That tore there wings against a thorn, you know the pain that they have endured.