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Split second

  January 5th, 2011 by watersoluble

This was originally a piece of prose that I wrote 10 years ago that I’ve altered slightly. Im going through a bad bout of depression at the moment and feeling pretty low and although its about a younger version of myself it still feels somewhat relevant to how I feel now.

You wake up and for a split second you think
everything will be all right,
But it wont.
You don’t know why but you’ve been sinking lower and lower and
suddenly it hits you and
you find you have no motivation
for anything at all.

You eventually get up but only because you’re made to.
You try to eat,
but have no interest in …

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Shes toxic bacteria

  January 3rd, 2011 by marlajade

[Natalie] Anything you wish to say at this very special moment?


[bleach the girl][a bleach bottle on an empty cabinet] [comatose[corrode[Clorox[low


peroxide. mechanical surveillance culture. misery butterfly. studio meds.

i think youre conceited[and i dont believe you do care]

next to you [they [sic] love you] in the mirror

in the bar. then outside. i fell into the trap. i am a child in playboy bunny …

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Greedy little shit

  January 2nd, 2011 by KlashingKamille

Im tired of all of these no offense, but really, jesus-freaks attacking me with i was ‘Put here for a reason, God loves you, Jesus made you….etc.’ I honestly do not care.

Yeah, i have family. yeah i have friends.
But whats eating me inside hurts me more than anything else could.

Its like heartbreak, jealousy, apathy, pain, impatience…everything that hurts put together into one.

I want to die, and i dont care who i hurt, because my grief inside is so much worse.
‘Its just a phase, every teen goes through it’ they say.
Well if i ever get the courage, ill prove you wrong.

Im a greedy, selfish, ugly, hateful …

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My Dear Love

  January 1st, 2011 by 77evergone77

The roses are burning,
Theres shadows on the wall.
Do you hear those whispers in the dark?
Do you see those withered dreams?
Did you know they were ours?
My dear love
Please tell me
When the ‘feeling better’s’ gonna start?
because now im forever falling apart.
Please let me in your broken heart.
And don’t leave me
To die alone

I don’t wan to be alone anymore, fighting battles I never win. I can’t let this happen anymore. It’s killing me in a worse way than any I could ever think up. If there’s any part of me that’s salvageable and willing to be saved. Help?
I don’t like tristin people. But I guess I have to. …

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i just need strength

  December 29th, 2010 by heartbroken18

so yeah here goes, okay I’ve just turned 18 days ago, had the worst Christmas ever. I’m not here for sympothy or anything like that i just need to tell my story. Well i haven’t had a bad life, I’ve a mummy and family who i love but they just don’t understand, well enough off my rambling. 12th of June – the day i met HIM. I was at a concert and it was just by chance that we met, we were strangers, litterally bumped into eachother…we just got talking you know just asked where he was from his age(17) you know just small talk …

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You are not alone.

  December 27th, 2010 by NeverGiveUp4

Im a 13 year girl. I live in Puerto Rico. I go to school. My Family: Mom, Dad, Brother(older)and my grandparents(divorced)ect… My Mission is helping other that have been through the same pain, anger, hatred, and sadness which that cause Depression or Suicide Attempts. The most important thing is to reach them out and say ”Never Give Up” because you are not alone, If you need someone to talk to, to hear you, I’ll be here. Remember ”Never Give Up”

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iThink – I’m tired of the existing reality – I

  December 27th, 2010 by iThink


Before i start to share my though’s with you i must say that my inglish is not very good, and i don’t f**** care.

I wont give you any of my life details, background or something like that.I’m 20 old done not to long ago and iThink i’m tired of this reality. It started not to long ago. Actualy i found my self in a bad shaped live condition, and this is meybe affecting my psych and emotional state, since i’m a very sensibel person, may not look at the first aparition.

I don’t think of suicide or death, i’m happy to live and breath. I got …

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Crimson Justice (And The Razorblade Requiem)

  December 22nd, 2010 by BrokenDevil

Fractured memories of all these war-torn years,
stab into my soul, giving strength to wasted tears.
Trust, a luxury I cannot afford.
Condemned by my own accord.
Heated arguements have lead to silence.
Now I’m locked away, suffering quiet violence.
The need to loose control is just so tempting.
The mirror I look into is now empty.
Once I was promised your salvation.
But your hatred lies on me as abomination.
(slice, slice.)
No one to run to, nowhere to go
this loathing breeds in me, I know.
I hate this horror, need to hide
from the disappointment I have inside.
I’ve murdured everyone who’s cared
out of self defense, because I’m scared.
That the beast inside has become me
and I need

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Short Story of my Tragic Flaw

  December 22nd, 2010 by RedTears

The space of this room is cold and hollow now; devoid of all sound, everything is filled with nothing. A light-skinned teenage boy with dark brown short hair and dark green eyes, wearing a pair of gunmetal-black glasses, blue jeans, and a gray zip-up hoodie, stands firmly in the center of his bedroom looking down at his teal carpet. He marvels a black ant, positioned still under the mass of his slender body. He kneels down to the ant and says in a low voice similar to a whisper, “Have you lost your way? You seem like you don’t fit here… like you have no …

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catatonic state

  December 18th, 2010 by marlajade

NORTH. [god is a corpse you can talk to with roses]. I hate it [youre there arent you]. I wake up each day in tears[sometimes bleeding]. I always have. Instead of eating i cut. I am the poster girl for cocaine abuse. Maybe Im already dead. I feel like it. I cant honestly be here. Can i. It hurts so much. dont believe in depression[or a god or deity]. dont want to. didnt feel like it so I never [fucking] tried. [girl] didnt eat cause girl was afraid. Never liked music cause music is false. wanted to die since thirteen. didnt throw up Im always …

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Of dilated pupils.

  December 18th, 2010 by marlajade

the punch is shit. I dont wanna be at this party any more. I want my old friends [these boys and girls are slaves][ifeel like throwing up]. I want to collapse and wake up in hospital. At least one of these people will drive me there, right. If i die in public, its murder. The police will say it was drug related, and place blame. That I was a normal happy party girl, sucking cock on MDMA. [which was my fairly broken way of showing affection]. I like it when my pupils dilate. at four in the morning . The nurse shines a light in …

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i am black silk sticky taste

  December 17th, 2010 by marlajade

Yeh pretty much the whole world has fucked up since you left.

My own mother hates me[find me].

I am black silk cigarette smoke. tarnished sticky suicide addict. I refuse to move. I cant breath. I cant understand these people. and lets face it why would I. I havent washed in ten days. My hair is greasy. I’m unemployed. I cut it off some weeks ago, so its not like, getting in my tired face or anything. I sleep all day.  [pretend to be dead girl cause the woman inside is dying to leave]. In New York the temperature is three degrees below zero. Maybe i tried …

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  December 17th, 2010 by zdeathchanz

reliving the nightmare. a poem by mwah.

he sits there patiently
as i scream
he smiles
as i yell
he grins
when i struggle

I gave in.
I gave in.

he forces me down
when i start to cry
he tells me:
shut up someone might hear.
i push and yell
he punches me

I give in.
I give in.

he pulls out
i scamper and cry
if you tell anyone you’ll die
so i shall slice my wrist
let the blood flow
he promised this
he keeps his promises.

AN: yeah my nightmare i normally have. why else would i not want to sleep? yeah he does keep his promise pretty well… hence why i told you this.

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The Sea of my Abyss

  December 15th, 2010 by zdeathchanz

Eyes like glass
Thoughts lost in the sea
The sea of the Abyss
She can’t wish
She can’t wish for this
The ship lurches and falls
Along the rocky waves
The waves of the waves push her on
She wants to drown.
But Hell won’t let her.

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  December 14th, 2010 by neverthesame

I dream to have a perfect smile
I dream to wear all the latest styles
I dream that I would have an endless money tree
I dream not to be the ugly me.

My friends tend get all the good guys
they tell me I’m just as pretty, but I know thats all lies.
If I was pretty, why does the world tell me I’m not?
why do all the other guys not say I’m hot?

I’m surrounded by beautiful girls, I just feel like the odd one out.
I’m the ugly girl in the group, without a doubt.
My whole childhood, I was called terrible names
But if you saw my face? who are they …

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  December 13th, 2010 by satans_princess

On here we all talk about how this place has helped us so much and how these people uderstand us. we should start an organization. With all these people on here it could spread so FAST! help people see tha light come out of he dark and make bliss seem more reachable.

ifyou think it’s a good idea and would like to help me ge this going email me at:


the more the better!

lets make a diffrence!

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the darkness inside me.

  December 12th, 2010 by zdeathchanz

dark man.
sitting in my chair
sitting in my mind
wrap his hands round my neck
i cant breathe
i cant see

dark man.

dark man.
wait for night
to strike
to watch life
drain from my eyes
the spirit’s gone, so its no fun.
just mercy, you say.
a mercy killing you say.


my heart pounds as yours does not.
what a pathetic shit, you think.
what a life and not gonna use it.
he will take it for the night.
does everything i cannot
and in the end


the dark man’s gonna kill me, ma.
mama, he’s gonna kill me.

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The Dream Of A Curious Man#Poem

  December 11th, 2010 by Bodhisattva

Do you know as I do, delectable suffering?
And do you have them say of you: “O! the strange man!”
— I was going to die. In my soul, full of love,
A peculiar illness; desire mixed with horror,

Anguish and bright hopes; without internal strife.
The more the fatal hour-glass continued to flow,
The fiercer and more delightful grew my torture;
My heart was being torn from this familiar world.

I was like a child eager for the play,
Hating the curtain as one hates an obstacle…
Finally the cold truth revealed itself:

I had died

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Battling Before Redemption

  December 6th, 2010 by TiredMesh

Crippling in the cavity of the former self.
Humane emotions put the blue blood into distress.
In distance of the tranquility that’s out of reach.
A chronic disapproval of the one who trys to please,
a failure to communicate inbetween.
The diabolical soul is in its routine to self deploy,
to flee from the world that seems too real
and to destroy the rightious self,
but before the lingering of the storm,
it would like to find peace of mind.
Being either that of love, or death.
It will find rest.

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got the plan got the means know the time… But should I?

  December 4th, 2010 by satans_princess

I have a pill bottle filled with pills and a knife both hidden in my room. I could die anytime i wanted to. I’ve called a friend before well it was five diffrent friends on six diffrent times. Only once have i came close enough to be called a suicide attempt and almost as of last tuesday 7 other times. I’m a pathetic fat whore even though my friends say I’m not I am. I’m a fat midget. I’m like 5’3″ and 105 pounds. I’m ugly as hell and I’m severely BiPolar. I have hilucinations and hear voice’s a lot. Calling me Satan’s princess and shit …

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