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Angel with broken wings

August 31st, 2014by kramdragon

You know that girl with the beautiful face,

Cute little body, not a hair out of place?

She’s always the first one to tell you a joke,

Share her advice, or give your ego a stroke.

Her smile can brighten anyone’s day.

She seems so perfect in every way.

Don’t forget she’s so smart and so strong.

You’d never know that you were so wrong.

 

You don’t notice the scars on her wrists

Or the pain that’s hiding behind hazel eyes.

Makeup covers the brushes from his fists,

While the truth is covered up with her lies.

She really believes that she deserves this.

After all, it’s been like this her whole life.

 

As a little girl she survived

Strange …

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Mirror Mirror

August 30th, 2014by Scarlett Dawn

Mirror mirror on the wall
Please tell me who I’m looking for
Mirror mirror on the wall
Why do you allow my reflection let me fall

Mirror mirror on the wall
I cannot tell how old or young I am anymore
Mirror mirror on the wall
Your making me sad when I see you evermore

I cannot look in mirrors any longer
With mirrors around there’s no hope of me getting stronger
I delude myself but covering the truth when I look in them
With the help of lies that substances bring whence in my system

Though I am always stuck; are mirrors the illusions?
Or is reality my delusion?
I look at my reflection, struggling to …

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Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

August 29th, 2014by yagharek

I really should have died then, Tsukuru often told himself. Then this world, the one in the here and now, wouldn’t exist. It was a captivating, bewitching thought. The present world wouldn’t exist, and reality would no longer be real. As far as this world was concerned, he would simply no longer exist—just as this world would no longer exist for him.

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the whispers of my sins

August 29th, 2014by theWhispersOfMySins

I watched the sun go down today
And I felt a surge of tears
With a sense of desolation
I was overwhelmed with fears

I saw my hope on the horizon
And I saw it fade away
With desperation I tried to believe
That there would be another day

And then suddenly I realized
That my hope was still there
It was just clouded over
With my feelings of despair

Then I began to wonder
Why am I still here
And in my own self doubt I saw
The creation of all my fear

In order to see the sun come up
I would have to search and find
The courage within my confusion
The strength to heal my mind

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Translation of The Complete Manual of Suicide’s preface

August 28th, 2014by yagharek

Please note – it’s just the preface, no methods.

http://geefitch.tumblr.com/post/6240553465/translation-of-the-complete-manual-of-suicides-preface

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Phoenix

August 28th, 2014by kateralia

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karma

August 28th, 2014by kateralia

Karma

As I sit under this empty tree,I wonder how life could be so cruel to me.I give my all to those around,But karma doesn’t come back and surround. 

There are no answers that I can see,To ease this pain inside of me.But it will end sooner than you know,When all I have to do is let go. 

I cannot wait for karma to return,The love for my soul that I most yearn.All I hope is you learm from this,To take more care of those you might miss. 

D.A
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author- me 2013
I had many more poems, but sadly I lost the only copies when I couldn’t …

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Written

August 27th, 2014by Scarlett Dawn

Happiness has long eluded me. I lost the sensation of warmth in my soul. I cannot feel anymore. I miss feeling worthy. I miss the gentle touch of another humans embrace.

The only time where I can remember being truly happy was during my deployment to Dubai. I got to meet soldiers from other countries, and I was away from Australia that holds a lot of painful memories. I found a picture in the ARA newspaper today and it brought a smile to my face – it had been taken early march when I did a speech for International Women’s Day. Major General Omar showed his …

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8 September 1993 – 19 July 2012 – R.I.P J.M.

August 27th, 2014by Scarlett Dawn

R.I.P J.M

YOU’RE GONE

They dug him a grave six feet deep within the pallid earthly dirt amidst God’s acre

He is gone – a Priest announced sympathetically. Too young for his life to be over

After the cerise and snowy-white roses were gracefully cast upon his brown coaxed coffin; they covered his ashen body’s casket under a coat of soil, and a tile of risen concrete protection

The patch around his gravestone gradually becoming stonewashed
As the years of that significant date’s memorial’s winter sun shone down upon it evermore

I now realise the existence of the demons he’d been facing
My hands clenched in fists as I realised that even …

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Inspired

August 27th, 2014by BrokenClock

For a while I didn’t create an account on here and a lot of posts are just inspiring and resonate a lot.

I bookmarked a couple and thought about taking bits and pieces and making a collage with quotes.

Can anyone else suggest other ideas?
I just think it’s nice to be reminded it’s okay to feel the way you do and that you’re not alone.

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Suffocating

August 27th, 2014by Black rose

 

Stressing and worrying

Clammy hands and darting eyes

The world all around
She began to despise

The simplest tasks were scary
The people surrounding
Still hurt her profoundly
As the words from there lips
Not a single one missed

Bitch, slut and whore
Scars she had to bear
On show for the world
Gone but always their

Not a single person helped her
They all saw her drowning
Still going about there day
Noticing and still frowning

She knew nobody cared
But the image still hurt
As family and friends
Stood around and all glared

Drowning more each day
In the tears she had cried
The girl that once was pure
Nearly did die…

She was saved by the people
Who lives are to give
Just a few words and finally
The girl …

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Understanding the Damned

August 26th, 2014by KissOfDeath

I don’t expect you to understand,

no one ever does.

Our own mental status should be controlled by our own hands.

We are all condemned to death,

so why are we just sitting around?

Like ticking time bombs,

why not handle our own miserable lives,

instead of allowing others to choose our fate.

 

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Suffering Worth

August 25th, 2014by amberk16

No idea what to say

The sun isn’t shining today

Beneath the dark clouds

Fighting the rain

Who knows what’ll happen today

In a world sealed off from the inside

People fighting for their lives

Your perspective shrinks down to a spec

And you only find one way out

Beneath the dark clouds

Fighting the rain

Not a single one of us is sane

Fighting ourselves

And anyone that comes near

Becoming the nightmare we fear

To keep going on

Would take to much

So might as well end it here.

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Hurting

August 25th, 2014by Scarlett Dawn

I cry, but I shed no tears
I’m hurting, but I’m not bleeding
I’m dying, but my body’s surviving
I’ve been broken, but my scars don’t show

I’m withering away, but my body’s still ageing
I’ve lost sight of a future, but I am not blind
I cannot voice my angst, but I am not mute
I feel numb inside, but I can still feel my heart beating

I’ve lost my motivation, but I am still walking
I cannot breathe, but my lungs are still functioning
I cannot feel, but my pain still taunts me
I’ve lost the war, but I am still fighting my battle
I cannot continue living, but I am still …

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I’m a Machine

August 25th, 2014by Good Adjective

 

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I’m a Monster, I’m a Machine.

Do I absorb the souls of the animals whose flesh I feast upon daily?

Do I suffer for what I made them suffer?

Do they drag me down for the horror they endured so bravely?

They were all victims, now I am another.

 I tell them I’m but a factory and they are my fossil fuel.

Their response tells me they’re not amused.

When I chew their flesh, I know I’m being cruel.

But still they hurt me, they don’t cease to abuse.

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Alone in Despair

August 25th, 2014by Scarlett Dawn

Surrounded by people yet all alone.
The summer sun bright in the sky.
Yet she felt nought but the cold of a dreaded winter

Finally she had opened up.
She allowed the world to know the pain she’d hidden inside all her life.
Yet the euphoria lasted but a couple of weeks
Like a waterfall she fell dramatically back into dysphoria

Her heart ached as she laid in her bed, the drugs numbing her body but not her mind.

She embraced her fears but she’d come this far and had just fallen.

Why were they helping someone that was corrupted, possessed by the darkness that haunted dreams and lives?

She knew …

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Different Sense

August 25th, 2014by Metal Myu Myu

[Listening to Dir En Grey] Kyo’s versatile vocals soothes my soul… The unplugged version of Different Sense is so fucking beautiful..!!

[Unplugged] song *here*.

[Original version] video/lyrics *here*.

Hm. Why aren’t the links highlighted?.

Also, where’s Clevername?.

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My Invisible Family.

August 24th, 2014by Good Adjective

My Invisible Family. My Fallen Foes

Crammed into a room with no corners, no ceiling, no floor.

There was nothing but us, scared, blind and ready for war.

It was the last time I saw Shannon, my long lost twin sister.

She was sexy and sensitive and smart,

but I was swifter.

The last time I saw Josh, my long lost twin brother.

He was brave and bright and brought joy to all,

but I was tougher.

I am the hero knight sperm who rescued my imprisoned princess egg but I am also said damsel in distress who

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I am an artist

August 24th, 2014by Scarlett Dawn

I am an artist
Though I cannot paint
I cannot write a novel
I cannot act in a film

Yet I am an artist
My paintbrush is my razor
My story is told through my tears
My film is life and my smile is the main character

I am an artist
Whose painting is in cerise beads
Whose story is in each crystal stream
Whose persona hides a reality behind a perfected smile

I am an artist
An artist with a dark truth
A hidden story
And a made up happy ending

I am an artist
An artist that has ran out of space for my crimson creativity
An artist that has cried my last story
An artist …

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Session 19: Read between the lines.

August 24th, 2014by R3T31D

Part of me still hopes for a safe resolution, maybe find someone that is not a religious crack head to try to repair me?  Is just false hope, I know that.  I’ve known that for some time.   I wonder why I kept holding on to this noise.   I knew that everyone was going to walk away, to move on.

Everyone moves on, in the end we are nothing but memories that linger in time and eventually fade into nothing.  Unless you find one of those people that can never forget.  If such a thing even exists.

I’ve been researching more locations in the area that …

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