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The world needs more depressing poetry

by cser17 4/16/2012

written by cser17

White pills come from light blue bottles–

Yellow pills from orange ones, but

I don’t care about the color

If the color doesn’t care about me.

Things like these, from laboratories

Claim they’ll make me want to live, but

I’m not going to Fool myself–yet–

When I know myself a smudge too well.

Never heard a useful word from

Anything that tries too hard, but

“Swallow this, and before you know it

All your sadness will turn to smoke!”

Jerk the leash; pretend it worked, a

Miracle of Science, but

Hate yourself a little more for

Reasons that you can’t tell anyone.

Now that I’m society’s Fool, you’ll

Hear me writing dreary verse, but

If you see my sad decay: there’s

Nobody there, and […]

4/16/2012 4 comments

Is it really worth it?

by lostchild445 4/16/2012

written by lostchild445

life
Is it really worth it?
To have no hope for tomorrow
To believe in nothing
To have lost faith in god and man alike
To wish, nay beg for death just to end the suffering
That you never asked for to begin with

They say be grateful you’re alive
It’s a miracle they proclaim
That you lived through being electrocuted
And stabbed
And hung
And cut
And poisoned
And starved.
You should be thankful you’re alive!

They don’t realize that
volts cook muscle
Stabs leave scars
Rope leaves burns
Cuts leave marks
Poison leaves damage
And starvation kills the stomach

They don’t get that living through […]

4/16/2012 1 comment

As it turns out

by lostchild445 4/14/2012

written by lostchild445

Even my friends abandon me in the end
fair-weather and clear skies bring us together
Strife and storms bore us apart
When things work out they’re there for me, but
When I’m in need, they flee
I’m too much, I’m a downer, I’m lost
I’m not worth it, I’m unfixable, I’m depressed
Why try to be what I’m not, just to see anothers response
When on the inside I’m just completely done?
I see the world for what it is, my views aren’t distorted
There is no love, no care, only hatred.
And when I say it aloud I draw a crowd of lies about

4/14/2012 2 comments

The city is so pretty at night

by notinteresting1 4/13/2012

written by notinteresting1

Late at night when the house is quiet

And the neighbours are asleep

And the white flattened spheres are

Begging me to punch through their foil

Tear through the knife drawer, jump off

The roof and dance my way into hell

I walk out the door.

Down the dark streets, down the back

Alleys and dark playgrounds and empty

Churches and roaring loud pubs and

Dark corners outside street lamps,

Hooded teens huddle outside the

Kebab house ignoring me and happy.

I walk along the street.

And look up at the stars, hear the sounds

Of a sleepy city nightlife, see the little

Squares of light twinkling in the invisible

Blocks of flats and suddenly I smile, ever

So slightly. I am not […]

4/13/2012 2 comments

Capturer’s Cage. (Aug 25th, 2010)

by Vanna 4/13/2012

written by Vanna

Body weakens,
Tears start to swell.
The fox’s has been caught by the hound.
All guard drops,
Trembling starts.
Not knowing what’s gunna happen next…
Lying in a cage with chains on.
The lock is sealed tight,
Our eyes in fear and discontent.
Retracing the steps we have taked.
Thinking and concentrating where it went all wrong.
Punishments being played while,
Getting suffered in this cage.
Nothing is beside us…,
Nothing is here to hold onto us,
Except our own words and hugs.
Praying for understandments so they wont kill us.
A voice is raised but no hands,
The voice is scary.
It can bring […]

4/13/2012 0 comment

Done

by lostchild445 4/11/2012

written by lostchild445

Im just done. I tried being the nice guy. I did all the right things, said all the right bs, all to make everyone else happy. But you know what? I’m not happy. It ate away at me, piece by piece, until the only thing left was a walking corpse with my face. Every lie I told to keep everyone else safe. Taking all the blame, all the abuse and ridicule, all the punishment. I can’t do it anymore. Recovery is a lie that posterboys preach, a lie I’m done believing in. I’m depressed. I’m done trying to escape it, trying to treat it, trying […]

4/11/2012 6 comments

Freedom of impending death

by U.N. Owen 4/10/2012

written by U.N. Owen

Yesterday I got my living will in order.Â Cashed in all of my investments and assets. Paid off all my major bills up until the date of my demise.Â Still have to buy food and sundries though.Â As well as going to quite a few events and purchasing a lot of anime and asian horror to watch up until the day.Â Sent off my contributions to the local children’s hospitals.Â May go and visit again the week before I go.

For once I am at peace.

No more pain and prescription side effects. from the mental meds and the physical meds.Â Strange how even living a healthy […]

4/10/2012 6 comments

I’m lost

by lostchild445 4/7/2012

written by lostchild445

I chose this to be my username for a reason. I’m out of options. Everyone says I’m not allowed to kill myself or self injure or smoke or drink or do drugs but at the same time they say I don’t need therapy. They say I’m not allowed to die but I can’t stand living another day. I’m living my life for other people, cuz I sure as hell don’t want to be here. If I’m living just so someone can see my face one more time, why bother? I’m dead on the inside. I might as well make the outside match. I’m tiered […]

4/7/2012 2 comments

Why live a life of misery?

by Distraught 4/6/2012

written by Distraught

Why live a life where people mock you?
All,their,ridicules and rudeness drives,me insane
A person can only stand so much
They say its just a phase
Trust me its not
They say time will heal allthings but
It really doesnt……

4/6/2012 2 comments

My Life Story

by forever_lost 4/5/2012

written by forever_lost

i am 16 yrs old. my momÂ is 32 and my dad i dont know becaus e he walked out n my mom when sheÂ was pregnant. i live with my mom and step dad who are married and have been for 12 yrs. they have 5 kids together. my step dad raised me but i was never close to him. my father figure past away 2 yrs ago. i didnt know how to handle his death so i started cutting again. i started cutting when i was 8 and stopped when i was 14. my mom doesnt know that i cutÂ and no one in my […]

4/5/2012 2 comments

by fukkyface 4/4/2012

written by fukkyface

this ache is stealing my face

stealing my name

This breakÂ in cognitive function

is leaving me lame

broken and mangled

twisted devices

going through the motion

life can only be perpetuated through vices

because the light is too bright

and the truth is too truthful

drink me down from this ledge tonight

loneliness is a prison with no bars to hold me in

the people all around meÂ

are merely bricks to my invisible prison

and they by their existence profess

my inadequecies

I am alive

but only by technicality

4/4/2012 2 comments

Death date possibly moving up.

by U.N. Owen 4/4/2012

written by U.N. Owen

Probably getting our hours cut at work down to part time in the next few months.Â And my other job is laying me off.

Which means even less money on top of the salary cut last year.

And they are adding considerably more work and duties.

Not complaining but this place is just jacking us left and right.

Even though we exceeded paramaters for a year without a manager and six months without a direct supervisor.

Was trying to hang on until January of next year for my birthday but seems like it will be sometime this summer.

Guess I can take someone’s advice on here and get a credit card […]

4/4/2012 15 comments

Parents

by U.N. Owen 4/4/2012

written by U.N. Owen

Coming from a religion heavy city and family abortion is not a choice for them.

And very few of them believe in adoption because they feel like if a person has a child that person should have no option at all but to raise the child despite the circumstances. Their philosophy is “God will provide.”

Seems like reality in some cases is a bit different. On sites like this and in RL there are so many children who are neglected and abused by their parents.Â Which of course does not doom them but does give them a more difficult start than children without that problem.

To the point […]

4/4/2012 2 comments

Solace in solitude and impending demise

by U.N. Owen 4/3/2012

written by U.N. Owen

Go away. I do not want you around. Let me alone. Stop asking what is wrong.

You cannot fix it. Nobody can fix it. No I do not want to see it a different way because it will still exist.

I do not want to deal with it at all. I never asked for it. I never wanted it.

All your suggestions have been tried. And I refuse to settle.Â Refuse to accept and deal with that which is not wanted.

No more risks.Â No more grasping at straws. No more extending a hand only to get it burned or bitten.

No more believing the lies.Â No more giving in […]

4/3/2012 8 comments

What’s it mean?

by Asthenia 3/30/2012

written by Asthenia

Painted this a few nights ago. Not really sure what to think of it…Just thought there might be someone who does…

3/30/2012 7 comments

Arabian Nights

by Bubblebeam 3/30/2012

written by Bubblebeam

Who do I tell? Everyone has their own fallouts, their own personal tragedies to battle with. Even the ones that don’t have cracks in their windshields have no mileage on their speedometer; they haven’t the time to slow down and pick up a hitchhiker. It’s understandable. I can’t truly decide whether I could stand to let myself be carried along anyway, becoming the problem in someone else’s existence. The bump in the road that needs to be filled in, poured up with concrete until it is as smooth and solid as they go. It never seems like it is out of choice, and when it […]

3/30/2012 0 comment

Selfish. Living or Dying.

by U.N. Owen 3/30/2012

written by U.N. Owen

This is not a judgement on anyone’s life or lifestyle.Â

I have noticed how the pro-life people always say that suicide is a selfsh act because it will hurt people who are left behind. Or maybe it will leave certain responsibilities unfinished or undone.Â Â This is true to an extent.Â What they are saying is that others lives and comfort matter more than yours on all levels and you should bear suffering and responsibility for the sake of others in your life.Â Except for a little personal pleasure that you should seek out meaning by serving others.Â It is a vlaid viewpoint.

There are people all over […]

3/30/2012 19 comments

Spiders

by Bubblebeam 3/27/2012

written by Bubblebeam

I haunt this website sometimes. There have been plenty of times I’ve had something to say, to everyone or to one person or sometimes to no-one at all. This is the first time I’ve done anything about it.

If I had to choose, I think it would be heroin. An overdose of it. The circumstances are impossible for me to achieve, but if I had a choice, that would be it.

This time, I learned how to tie a noose. It was very quick. Simple. Elegant, when it was finished. I waited until the house was empty. No-one said goodbye as they left, just as they rarely […]

3/27/2012 3 comments

Poetry Cleanse #1

by subtle_bloodstains 3/23/2012

written by subtle_bloodstains

OK, so I’ve decided to start posting some of my writing. I’m going to try to post something every night. I think it might help me to share it, and maybe it might help some other people here in their journeys. At least, I hope it will.

What I’m posting tonight is the poem I get my username from. I figured that was a good place to start. I know it doesn’t rhyme, so it doesn’t count as real poetry or anything. I wrote this a few months ago.

ANY AND ALL FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED! (Also, any suggestions for a title?)

These subtle bloodstains

Soak the whiteness to […]

3/23/2012 6 comments

Living Hell

by farmerstrong13 3/21/2012

written by farmerstrong13

I’m so sick of the bullying, harassing, teasing, laughing,
the discrimination, the name calling, the sexual comments, the torture.
Why is everyone around me is sick, suffering, in pain, and dying?
Everyone thinks they know how I feel, what I’m going through, why.
They judge my my expressions, my tone, my mood, my thoughts.
I wouldn’t mind being killed, or killing myself at any moment.
It’s like a never ending story, it’s like a living Hell.

3/21/2012 66 comments

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