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I’m Sorry

August 21st, 2015by fuckitokay

Dear life,

I’m sorry. i guess I should start with that. I’m sorry for failing you. I’m sorry that it didn’t get better. That the things I’ve done have left scars on my body and the scars on my heart. I’m sorry that I didn’t try to smile more genuinely. I’m sorry that my laugh was plastic and stale. I’m sorry I spoke to loudly or never spoke at all. I’m sorry that I didn’t try to fall in love. I’m sorry I was so afraid of falling in love. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the best me I wanted. I’m sorry that my “phase” got …

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Christmas Eve Suicide

August 21st, 2015by Somebody Insignificant

Twas the night before Christmas
When I’d carry out my wish

In a relaxing hot bath
I’d cut both my wrists

This time I’ll succeed
I’ve planned with such care

Either heaven or hell
Soon I’d be there

My problems and worries
will no longer matter

My tormented life memoirs
written in blood spatter

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I Don’t Miss You

August 21st, 2015by Somebody Insignificant

I don’t miss a thing about you
I don’t miss the way you cared
I don’t miss the times we shared
I don’t miss your beautiful face
I don’t miss your warm embrace

I don’t miss holding your hand
I don’t miss just being your man
I don’t miss the sound of your voice
Or even knowing, I was your first choice

I don’t miss your caring and compassion
How every night was filled with such passion
I don’t miss the smell of your hair
Or how you just knew when I needed you there

I don’t miss how the sun made your hair shine
Or knowing that you’d only ever been mine
I don’t miss the trust that

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It’s A Complicated Poem

It’s A Complicated Poem

August 21st, 2015by well_kept_secret

I fell the pain vibrating in my skull.

I just clench my jaw and force the smile to stay on my face.

The voices ask why I even continue.

Well the singing wills me to stay strong just a little longer.

It takes an army to build me up.

But it only takes a few to knock me down.

What’s encouraging me to stay?

My mom once told me the most selfish thing you can do is take your own life.

I once said I took eight Advils.

She said she would give me the Heimlich right there at that moment.

Maybe life’s hard right now. But it’s not forever.

Some day I’ll leave this life.

And …

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A Stolen Poem

A Stolen Poem

August 20th, 2015by well_kept_secret

Today was the absolute worst day ever

And don’t try to convince me that

There’s something good in every day

Because, when you take a closer look,

This world is a pretty evil place.

Even if

Some goodness does shine through once in a while

Satisfaction and happiness don’t last.

And it’s not true that

It’s all in the mind and heart

Because

True happiness can be obtained

Only if one’s surroundings are good

It’s not true that good exists

I’m sure you can agree that

The reality

Creates

My attitude

It’s all beyond my control

And you’ll never in a million years hear me say that

Today was a good day

Now read from bottom to top.

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Social Phobic

August 20th, 2015by Somebody Insignificant

I force myself to walk through the door
Within minutes the sweat falls to the floor
My social phobia controls my life

Everyone is looking and staring at me
I look straight ahead, blocking out all that I see
My social phobia controls my life

He is so fat and ugly, just look how he walks
I bet there is something weird about the way that he talks
My social phobia controls my life

Everyone is judging and criticizing me
My heart is pounding, I need to flee
My social phobia controls my life

I’m sweating so much, my shirt is soaking
Everyone is looking, laughing and joking
My social phobia controls my life

My vision is blurry and

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Somewhere To Hide

August 20th, 2015by Somebody Insignificant

Time is now passing slowly by
The pain of withdrawal makes me cry
Nothing in my life ever felt that good
I’m not junkie scum, just misunderstood
If my life was better, I’d never have strayed
On the straight and narrow, I’d have stayed
Nothing to look forward to on any given day
I contemplated life, didn’t want to stay
No pleasure in living, just lots of pain
Picked up a needle, soon found a vein
Living my life in a drug induced haze
Helped me survive intolerable days
Without the drugs, there’s nowhere to hide
My only other option is to suicide

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Cutting New Medicine

August 20th, 2015by Somebody Insignificant

The redness turns to a trail of pale pink
each droplet starts its journey in the bathroom sink
The only medicine that works but it leaves a few scars

I look at the mirror and into the sadness of my eyes
I start to wonder, then start to cry
The only medicine that works but it leaves a few scars

Nobody knows how bad I’ve felt
But I must play the cards I’m dealt
The only medicine that works but it leaves a few scars

But the way I play is not accepted
With all these scars, I’m now more rejected
The only medicine that works but it leaves a few scars

The pleasure and release of …

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A Woman

A Woman

August 18th, 2015by Rc

A woman

Unknowing the knowledge of world I creep into my Maternal Womb,With the blessing of many , But with great feeling of her,

I grown into her Curve,

In the darkness dome there was Happiness which i felt as she was protecting me,

In lot of vain , she gave me a life

She is a women ” A Mother

When i seperated out of my mother womb , i cried but everyone was happy.

In the cries it lies my feeling that someone seperated me with my special gift , my protector, my God as i have to face these Manly cloud World.

 

But

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Felling hopeless

August 16th, 2015by todaymaybe

Darkness, my friend

Breathless, and tired has become a regular feeling, the darkness taking over the light within. Shadows of my past, the skeletons in my closet and the words that left scars, over flow, leaving me grasping for help. Unable to move, to face the day, I lay there in quiet, letting the shadow take all my goodness and innocence and leave me empty and hollow. Rushing through my days in a haze, forcing a smile onto my exhausted face so that no one can see that I’m falling. Smiling, laughing and hiding, leaves me feeling weak and small, I am just gliding through life …

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i see the world through darkness each day i think of the world a little less in my heart and in my soul i know life isnt handed like a present with a bow life can be awful, dark and cruel i wont let it take me, im no fool my life will not end […]

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Why movies are better than reality ? Why movie is better than reality ? Why reality is boring ?

August 14th, 2015by niki

Why movies are better than reality / real life / real world ?
Why movie is better than reality / real life / real world ?
Why reality is boring ?

What puzzles me the most is human’s mind / human’s brains and imagination better than reality ( human’s fantasy is better than reality )

for example:
just look at the movies, novels, comics, games, books, , animations (anime / manga), science fiction (sci-fi), fantasy , like Star Wars, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Narnia, X-Men, Marvels & DC universe / movies , The Avengers , Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, Swords Art Online, Naruto, Bleach, One …

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19 poem

August 14th, 2015by alonelybird

A broken fence
Some rusty nails
The Old farmer is decrepit and dilapidated
Barrenness is all around
Yet he still ploughs
Holding on
To something that is lost
Everyone’s left
They are but bones in the yard
He shaves his face
Falls to sleep
In a dead cot
In a dead house
Where everything rots

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Painting

Painting

I painted this picture one day when existentialism was strong on my mind. I hadn’t painted it because I was feeling suicidal. I hadn’t painted it because I wanted some attention from my parents. I hadn’t painted it just because it looked cool. I painted it because it spoke to me. I hear a lot […]

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Stop

August 12th, 2015by Der Wahnsinn

Now I am different
They have changed me
But I still hold that
There are too many people
I cannot bear them
They torment me with their jokes
Still the evil of noises
Is the beating of their hearts
Stop! Don`t move
Stop! Don`t move
I cannot, cannot bear it
Stop! Stop beating
Don`t you see? I`m not too lucky
Still you pump blood and
You grow in number
Coming over me in flocks
I cannot bear you
I`m trying to get rid of you
In my dreams I hear
The thunderings of your heartbeats
Stop! Don`t move
Stop! Don`t move
I cannot, cannot bear it
Stop! Stop beating
In a standstill in my chest
A dead heart is no loss
Don`t move
No one will torment me for funs
I shall bring …

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Symptoms…. Of What? Asking for help.

August 12th, 2015by KissOfDeath

So, this is very different than any other of my posts,
but I have been experiencing some “feelings” and I cannot find a name to these symptoms.
I feel like I can communicate with an outer me, such as if I had a twin, it’s very strange, it started with mirrors, and now I feel like I am not alone, although I am sitting in my room alone, such as another person is her. (Another version of myself.)
I have experienced this before, but only when I have been exhausted, and/or when I go from being surrounded by people for a long/short period of time, to be …

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I’m here to express what I feel.

August 11th, 2015by pikwangchu

I still haven’t moved on from that fight between me and a bunch of fake friends.

The pain in my head just makes everything worse.

Half-heartedly, I tried my best to look strong. But to no success.

Under the rain, I would be weeping as I kept thinking about it.

Rather than having a fun young life, I refused to do so. I am always at home.

The atmosphere between me and those backstabbers will be awkward on school days.

Sadly, I can’t avoid it as we are in the same class.

 

Now what do I feel? Put all the initials of every paragraph together.

IT HURTS

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Mysterious Misery

August 11th, 2015by KissOfDeath

It’s mysterious,
the day you change,
suddenly feelings are engulfed by darkness,
and it feels as if you’re carrying a darker shadow than usual.

You wonder if people notice,
but you don’t think they can,
until you get that one person who says “Why are you so different all the time now?”
and you realize that everyone has noticed,
they’ve just been too polite to say anything.

You curse yourself,
but how could this be your fault?
This isn’t something you wanted,
this isn’t something you can change.
You swallow down the pills,
that numb your brain, feelings,
yourself.
To please you parents, your family, your significant other.

You hate this feeling,
but you …

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#SuckMyFuckDepression

August 10th, 2015by MaybeImAlreadyGone

Just a few things on my mind and I may seem harsh but reading some of these comments are making me ill. Your all encouraging each other to take your life’s? Giving each other options for easy ways out? I have been  in the exact same situation as many of you&it does get better. We don’t need to encourage each other to take the easy way out. We need to be sharing some fucking hope! So if I come across as harsh, it’s because I generally care.

First of all, I don’t give a shit what anyone says; There is no reason why  you should take …

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Dreamworld

August 10th, 2015by FeelingFunny

I had the power of a dream

Change was mine to choose

Yet when the light pours in

The power I will lose