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Child I know

October 24th, 2014by marz

Age 11 found out life really isn’t that great,

Age 12 ran away from a rape,

Age 13 became less bright and cute,

Age 14 tried my very fist zoot,

Age 15 started drinking and became wild,

Age 16 got pregnant and lost my first child,

Age 17 tried to turn my life around,

Age 18 here I am soon to be buried deep into the ground.

No child should have to go through this, this is what leads to self-harm and suicide and worst of all depression.

 

 

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Nights Are When the Monsters Come Out to Play

October 24th, 2014by StarsShineInDarkness

My darkness rises with the moon.

Every night I live the same war.

To cut or not to cut. (Sorry, I’m a Shakespearean geek)

But I know that it’s never really a question.

I can picture the blood, feel the burn,  and I know it’s coming and that I can’t stop it.

It should probably scare me, or at least make me feel a little nauseous.

But as usual, I feel nothing.

I know the blood will set me free.

At least until the moon visits again.

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The Village Inn’s Chicken – Fried Steak & Eggs

October 21st, 2014by SabrinaTheTeenagedWitch

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This has always been a favorite of mine. There aren’t many better ways to start your day than greeting the morning with a hearty, delicious Chicken-Fried Steak & Eggs breakfast from the Village Inn. I wonder if this delicacy is available in foreign countries?
You have a choice of pancakes or toast, and the Village Inn offers their patrons a free slice of pie one day each week. (I can’t remember if free pie day is Tuesday or Thursday).

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The Broken Chain

October 21st, 2014by Maddie

” We little knew the day that
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn’t go alone.
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.

You left us peaceful memories.
Your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you
You are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again. ”

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October 20th, 2014by coltonsaysgoodbye

These are the nights and the lights that we fade in

These are the words but the words aren’t coming out

They burn because they are hard to say

For every failing sun, there’s a morning after

but I just wanted you to know

that the world is ugly

but you’re beautiful to me

and are you thinking of me

like I’m thinking of you

though I really need to go

I just wanted you to know

 

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breaking point

October 20th, 2014by thegirlwhowantedtotry

as many of you probably know, there’s a breaking point.

there’s a point in your life where you’re just done.

done with school.

done with your friends.

done with your family.

done with life.

just done.

and you don’t know how these feelings just suddenly exploded inside of you.

but you’ve reached your breaking point.

you’ve reached that point where you feel as if you can’t handle your shit or anyone else’s shit anymore.

you break.

I mean that’s what a breaking point is anyway.

it’s that point where you break and you don’t feel as if anyone can save you from the pits of your depression.

and this point is where I am at now.

and I’m terrified.

I’m so scared.

because …

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A Reasonable End

Throughout my life I have been hated, despite my efforts of approval of others. Pushing myself beyond my limitations, it was never enough, not even for my parents. Abused, and bullied, I was never loved nor needed. Rented to mental hospitals, only to be tortured and experimented on. No memories of happiness are inside my […]

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No More

I have tried endlessly, failing constantly. I am a disappointment to my family, a terrible failure. No matter how hard I try, it’s never enough. I punish myself constantly pushing further, and still not approved. I have endured a great deal of suffering, to please my family, and still not enough. Having been burned, bruised, […]

1

Damaged Goods

Dysfunctional in modern society, I do not belong anywhere. Darkness has consumed my outlook on life, and I cannot see any hope. Despair has taken a liking to me, causing pain inside my being. The suffering tortures me as it flows in my veins, damaging every molecule and fiber of my existence. Twitches are the […]

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If you love something, set it free

October 16th, 2014by StarsShineInDarkness

I  met a boy. He asked me out. And I was excited. Until I remembered.

I come from a different world than him. I come from a world that preys on the innocent and the ignorant and rots them from the inside out. I come from a world that takes pleasure in pain, in blood, in tears. My world is the worst kind of war, the worst kind of pain, the worst kind of silence.

And I have a responsibility to never let him into that world. I cannot introduce another innocent, beautiful soul into this darkness. I cannot let the pain take away his laugh and …

1

Lost Soul

Chased down like a deer during hunting season, I’ve outran them before. Having moved to a new town, to start a new life, quickly shifted back to the old ways. With the same rules, and new means of being bullied. Their words pierce, stab and cut me. Battered and bruised my mind is, thanks to […]

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I love you. I hate you.

October 16th, 2014by NotAttentionSeeking

I love you.
My love for you is illogical like a person living two lives at the same point in time.
I go crazy thinking about you. Every minute of every day, from the moment I wake up until the moment I go to bed, you circle my mind over and over again.
I ache for you deeply but you know what they say ‘absense makes the heart grow fonder’.
And you know my heart yerns for you.

I hate you. I fucking hate you.
I hate you for tricking me into loving you.
Your social media commentary, the way you would pay extra attention to me –
I hate that you …

1

Dear Counselor

October 13th, 2014by KissOfDeath

I watch you listen to me,
but do you really hear me?

You use that sweet tone of voice, I’m sure that everyone gets,
I want to trust you, but your eyes are full of judgment and pity.

I am seeking help, but I am sure this is going to doom me.
I have nothing to say, I am choking on my tears.

I am so desperately looking for the solution to fix this problem.

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About you.

October 13th, 2014by hellblau

8/09/14
4:10 am

He had eyes like coffee and hair like bread, skin like winter and brain like hell. He had lips like razors and heart like sun. He had beard like leafs and touch as cold. He loved me like spring, and left like the wind. He changed like the seasons, forgetting me.

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Why

October 12th, 2014by hellblau

It hurts when someone lies to you. It hurts to think that you love the image they give to you when it’s not the real self. It hurts like hell, cause you tried to give yourself to someone in a real way, you open up your soul to them, you give your mind to them, your feelings, your heart, your life. It hurts cause is a constant why, why is he lying to me? , why is he treating me like this and treating her like that ? why is he giving her that and giving me something else ? Is he giving me his …

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October 11th, 2014by hellblau

But does anyone notice? But does anyone care? And if I had the guts to put this to your head… And would anything matter if you’re already dead?
And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said? Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained… And in saying you loved me, made things harder at best, and these words changing nothing as your body remains,
and there’s no room in this hell, there’s no room in the next, and our memories defeat us, and I’ll end this direst.

1

Failure

October 9th, 2014by StarsShineInDarkness

The day he was born I no longer felt alone.

He was mine to protect.

I failed.

 

That night, he saw.

He saw my blood.

He saw my cuts.

He heard my tears.

 

My biggest failure of all: I failed him.

 

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Requiem

October 7th, 2014by Triticeae

I used to be able to close my eyes and imagine a story to the sound of a classical piece. Requiems were visual epics – battles of vanguard armies on the most desolate lands I’d seen in books and on the net. When I close my eyes now, there’s a convoluted series of blurs. The veterans of battle I used to see, crisp with lines of experience drawing down their brow and mouth, are now blurs. The music is focused too much into my reality, now. A requiem blows life into my memories, vivid, excruciating life. All the horror I have culminates into each crescendo; …

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Waiting

October 7th, 2014by bipolary

On my wrists and at my feet,

My containment, now complete.

To hell they say, will be my way –

Leaving dreams to fade away.

 

Hollow now, I sit and stare –

Recalling deeds that got me there.

I hope my friend will come to call,

Dressed for death and standing tall.

 

Ready now, I close my eyes –

My heart is slow and tranquilized.

Surrender now – the only way

I wait for him to call by day.

 

Late last night he left my bed,

And took the halo from my head.

An empty shell was left behind,

A pretty face without a mind.

 

I sit within my gilded cage,

The need has left to turn the page.

Crying out brings no …