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CAUTION: MAY BE A TRIGGER.
Category:
Poetry & Art
(Play the song and read my story)Â 7 Pounds – Ennio Morricone – The Crisis
The snow falls
quietly,
slowly.
I wish you were here to see it.
Pure white,
soft
like cotton balls.
I drag my feet through it,
trace your name in it.
God, I miss you.
Maybe you’ll see it from here,
where I am so small?
The breeze catches the back of my neck.
Is that you?
breathing?
Telling me
You’re okay?
Do you miss me?
My hands are cold
like death.
like yours
When I held it for that last time.
Are you happy?
My tears freeze halfway down my face
Shivering,
I wonder,
Is this a good enough
goodbye?
7 Pounds – Ennio Morricone – The Crisis
I am 13. I don’t have a really sad story about being raped or having drug addict parents. which makes me feel like i honestly dont have a reason to feel depressed. but here i am. I dont know how it all started. but i remember a year ago when i started in a team for my favourite sport. i’m not going to say what it is because along with my name, it is very uncommon and i feel like that someone who knows me might read this. anyways, you might think, oh wow thats a really good thing! but only a few people did […]
If you only knew
How bad it hurts that you need me
How much I don’t want to leave
But how much it hurts to stay
Why can’t you just forget about me?
I am just skin
 and bones
and blood
and dirt.
Why care about where I go?
I’m already dead inside.
There’s no love left for me.
I’m not going to be someone else.
I will always be me.
You can’t change that. No matter how hard you try.
You will always scare me.
Don’t force me to be what you want.
I won’t change for you.
I’d much rather be alone.
Mornings are the hardest.
I wake up and all of my thoughts hit me at once.
This is all in my head, right?
My arms and my legs are completely seperated by my will, my want, to move foreward.
Move foreward? Right. Move foreward….. Right??
The room matches my mind, and I used to break this. All of it.
The light is now on. The room is completely lit up. But for some reason, I still can not see. Not even through my lids.
Do I still even want to be? Be here? I don’t want to be here.
What? Why?
With a matter of 7 hours of sleep, I’m numb. Not loved.
Wait… I’m […]
i can feel myself gaining weight
i can feel the escalating urges to self mutilate
i can feel the loss of sanity
of minor happiness
i feel the pain that shouldn’t exist
i’m weak
too weak to kill myself
but too weak to give no fucks and live
this aching is tearing at my wounds
these thoughts drowning me
i’m suffocating by the sorrow that surrounds me
alone i’m feeling all of this
yet, alone, i feel nothing
… because i’m worthless.
I WISH I HAD CONTROL!!
I never remember it.. Ever…
I WISH I HAD CONTROL…
I wish I hadn’t done it but I have..
I WANT CONTROL!!
I Â know I shouldn’t.. That it’s bad….
I WANT CONTROL…
I don’t think I can stop.. Never…
I ‘M LOST AND LONELY!!
I’m all alone in this dark abyss..
I’M LOST AND LONELY…
My Escape, Â for I have no other Wish…
When I do it, it’s sweet and painful..
The only pain left for me that I feel.
One of the few […]
I sit there, curious about the cut on her arm. She looks sad. Did she do it on purpose? My mommy is crying, she’s crying over Sophie’s body. Sophie did hurt herself.
“Mommy, what happened?” I ask.
My mommy just looks at me. She looks very, very sad. I think I didn’t ask the right thing. “Sophie hurt herself very bad.”
I am confused. Then I hear my big brother, my worst enemy, Joshua, come in. He looks at Sophie, who still hasn’t woken up, and this look of rage enters his face. He starts screaming bad things at me. “It’s your fault!”
“Why where you even born!?”
“You waste […]
half poem half rant.
I asked for one night
Just one night where I could show you my pain
To explain myself, to apologize for the way I’ve been
But you wouldn’t give me that
Not that one single piece of reconciliation
You feel so high and mighty
On that pedestal you’ve placed yourself upon
With my best friends tongue down your throat
You said it yourself.
 I can’t be fixed.
So I’m done trying. I’m done caring. I’m done feeling. I’m done living.
Maybe ill fail once more, end up in a hospital bed somewhere with needles in my arm
But maybe for once in my life I won’t fuck something up and this time not wake […]
Lock my heart
Throw away the key,
Capture my soul,
It will never be free.
Pain is my companion,
Sorrow my guard,
Darkness my comfort,
Madness never far.
Lock my spirit,
Burn my fire,
Capture my breath,
Hope retire.
I will wait…
I will wait for the day,
And these miles of snow,
Will be melting away.
I sleep under black moon,
And wait for the rain,
Hoping I don’t sink
When this flood breaks again.
Through my windows it’s pouring
And this end seems so slow,
Like a thousand cigarettes
Under melting snow.
These white tears of winter,
Fucking melting away,
But this dead body stays there,
On my sheets,it just lays here…
Final Goodbyes.
Sitting here,
make-up streaks my face.
Knife to my wrist,
A 100 pills down.
Vomit on the floor,
sweat soaked shirt.
I want this to end,
I want to be free from this.
Slit my wrist,
one for the stupidity,
two for the pain,
three for the sleepless nights,
four for the tears.
Now the other,
five for the broken promises,
six for the stolen innocence,
seven for the abuse,
eight for the pleasure.
I don’t feel a thing,
as the blood gushes to the floor.
My heart stutters,
my breathing stops.
Goodbye is all that’s left,
written on the wall in blood.
It is all around me. First, with Bryan Glenn, a kid at my school, whose body I was just a few yards away from discovering and now a murder suicide at my fathers work. It’s all we’ve been talking about, every dinner and every Sunday breakfast. None of family know that every time they bring the subject up I cringe and quickly touch my scars. They always talk about suicide prevention, how you have to notice the signs that your child or friend shows, yet they don’t notice mine. I’m fooling them, just like the depressed drunk with a crazy wife and ended up shooting […]
Suicide Poem
I don’t want to live, I’m ready to die, I reach for the blade and  let out a sigh. I’m sick of this world, I’m sick of it all, what would happen if I had a ‘Fall’ from a building or off a train track, would anyone actually want me back? If i Swallow these pills or fall down the stairs, I wonder if anyone actually cares. Don’t blame my family, it wasn’t their fault, my life was just ready to come to a hault. I know that I’m young, but I really don’t care, I sit on my bed with a lifeless stare. […]
Another day,another page
You’re writing a tragedy
On your face.
Chalk white skin and scarlet eyes,
Sharpest blade and darkest lies.
Self-abuse ,and tears you cry,
You always think you’d rather die.
They say it’s wrong to end yourself,
But what’s the choice,when you have noone else?
Look at my hands,look at my legs-
Broken and soar,I can’t feel anymore
I’m cutting my skin to die from within
And escape from myself…
I’m hurting to heal,i’m dieing to feel
My light’s shutting down
My light’s never real…
i thought i could wait 3 days to die but i cant. im doing it tonight. i cant take this life anymore. its just too awful. no one cares. goodbye everyone, thanks for commenting on my other posts. bye.
Hello, I’m Bane. I’ve tried to kill myself many times and I decided I wanted to come on here and Impart my story to you fine people. My story begins and ends in darkness, I was born in a prison called Pena dura located in the darkest of caribbeans Santa Prisca. I was forced to serve the life sentence for my snake of a father Edmund Dorrance AKA King Snake. I was raped many times, Raped by Injustice and darkness…and sometimes men, dark men. I had nobody, I had nothing. Except my bestfriend Osito. I loved Osito, I made love to Osito. Osito was not […]
ive decided its time. 3 more days just 3 more days till 2012 is over and 3 more days till i die. i have decided it is time and im going to die. i promised myself that next year i will commit suicide. no one wants to help me, no one understands my pain, physical and emotional. im better off dead. im just a worthless good for nothing person. dead but alive. inside dead and outside alive. i just have to survive 3 more days. i cannot carry on like this anymore and im taking action and leaving. what do you think ?
another sleepless night with crying, screaming into my pilllow and suffering 🙁 i wrote this in the night…. hope you like it.
fires ablaze within my eyes
a smile concealing all my lies screaming, begging calling out
a final frantic desperate shout.
i dont know why i feel this way
i never asked for pain, tears or suffering i was normal at one point in life
i was full of smiles, laughter and happiness
i wish i knew the cause of this pain to find a way to make it all stop.
have you ever felt like giving up this fight
have you ever slit your wrists or
have you ever picked up a knife
i […]