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Rain. Not the drenching kind, but that's what I wish for. Still, this rain is enough. It pours down from the open sky, which is crowded with dark clouds that speak lightning.
I like razor blades. I like how shiny they are. How the light reflects off them. How elegant yet deadly the tip is. I like razor blades. I like how they feel in my hand. Delicate and light.
-Hiding Feelings- I've always hid feelings. But especially when I wasnt eating.
Darkest night of my life, My emotions are crying behind my cold exterior. No one to confide in only the crippled hand of suicide that offers me a fake hope, an easy way out.
I'm tired of being sad. I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of feeling empty inside. I'm tired of feeling worthless. I'm tired of feeling stuck. I'm tired of feeling crazy. I'm tired of being alone.
the girl who always looks sad but claims she’s fine. the girl who puts sad messages up everyday. the girl who when she sees you, smiles a half a smile.
I am writing this poem for all those who feel that life has reached its final curtain... @pjyenn this is for you...
Sad but it's true Happy to be you. Masked in your smile Hurt in a little while.
Now my life isn't the best. The beat thing in my life is my family and my beat friend, I get bullied a lot and I hate how people can put people's feelings down its horrible and selfish.
Panic attack because your safety has gone. Drug yourself up just for protection. Every minute seems like torture sitting with the stranger that is yourself. Fuck.
~ It's 4am and I'm still avoiding sleep, so I wrote this poem.
You know it sucks not being able to remember my past. But it does have advantages, I don't have to remember the heartbreaks or the times I cried for pointless reasons.
We were driving up to Ruidoso, NM. She was in the driver's and I was in the passenger's. When we reached Mesclarero, she rolled down the windows. Her eyes grew bigger and life filled her.
When I share Life With You, It is all so wounderful . You keep Me safe, comfort Me and wipes away My Tears. I laugh and kiss You. You support Me and make grow as a person.
The clutter and messes inside my mind, Will never be sorted in any kind. This general disorder is mine to search, On a ledge, overlooking it all, do I perch.
A thousand eyes glare at me, A thousand hands push me down. A thousand lips scream obscenities But I don't hear a sound. Pulled in every direction, I can't handle anymore.
I feel under so much pressure. I'm really bad at coping with stress, and being a teenager is hard enough (thanks, Media) without all the extra crap from various other aspects of my life.
Blood is red, The veins are blue, The cuts and scars they bleed all through The blade in my hand agaist my skin, The more i cut the less i feel sin.
you've been there through thick and thin, stopped me from chucking my life in the bin, you've helped me through rough times, seen me hurting from deep within, these few days have been tough, but it...
Walking down the hall with her head held high, every hair is in its place, sees a friend and she waves hi, wearing a smile on her perfect face.
You mean what does it feel like. It's...it's like there's always somebody else there, Yeah, Like they're trying to get out or something, Y'know.
I am silenced by the gutless, in their towers of ivory and gold, muted into violence, as all of my cards they hold. Bastardised by a label, I am England's forgotten son.
The doctor came to see my dad The news I hoped would make me glad Instead a dread of all things bad Without him here forever sad The doctor came to see my mum My fathers passing had left her...
Silent screams inside her head As she fall down face first on her bed She asks again and again For reasons she cannot brain Why God is life so hard.