For your poems.
It’s 8.. At night.
I’m sitting here.
Alone.
I’ve never been more happy.
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Poetry & Art
Not caring what happened anymore.
Her legs gave out.
And as her, scarred up body, hit the floor.
She remained unscaved.
But her heart, was torn into a million pieces.
Her heart with scars of course.
Think twice.
Put that razor down.
Stop writing that suicide note.
Stop counting down the time until you’re gonna end it.
Stop debating when youre gonna kill yourself.
Just stop – stop anything dealing with suicide or cutting or anything.. That you know is not good.
And listen to music.
Turn it up, do all you can thing about is that song.
Drown yourself in your favorite tunes.
Just please.
For me?
Don’t do anything.. Suicidal.
Yesterday, my dad saw my fresh cuts.
He asked me what they were, and what happend.
I said they were cuts that I got from my wrist rubbing against my school’s brick wall.
Just a week before.
He said he would tell if I was lying and that he was always 150% right.
You were wrong.
Once again.
Thanks Dad.
I love to run, cut, and hold my breath.
I love to do anything that makes me run out of breath.
And yes, cutting does make me run out of breath. Why? I don’t know.
But, the feeling of my pulse going fast and me worthless air leaving my body, and my heart running out.. Is just so thriving.
It make my crave for death even stronger.
I love it.
Today I asked myself who I am today?
Today I do not know who I am today…
Things are just no t working out in my world today…
I am definetly not myself today…. wishin’ I had some novacaine…..
My right side of my face is numb…. now a headache arises and causes more pain..
Let it all end and let me movve on in a sweet way that i may rest peacedefully but not in sleep but in death……
That I may actually enjoy…… Yes I admit I am Scared…….Of what you may ask…..
Honestly I cannot explain it but I am scared, and scarred as well……
Take the pain away and […]
Hello there. I found this site a few days ago and have been debating on whether or not I should join. Well, I joined.
I created this story as a way to try to express how I’ve been feeling lately to my friends. I’m not quite sure if they understood it though…
Anyway, I’ll try to post more info after the story. It just seems like it would be easier to me that way.
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I stare at a white wall
Hoping for a hand to grab mine
Of course it doesn’t
My hand is ice cold
I let tears fall off my cheeks
Gasping for air
Grabbing my blade
Taking my pills
1..I start to calm down
2…I’m breathing normal
3….A smile creeps upon my face
4…..I feel myself slipping away
5……I drop my pencil
I drop the photo
I drop my memory of you and our smiles
I lose grasp on reality
6…….I stare at the white wall
Behind these closed doors
i smash everything against the walls
i scream and cry
till it all comes out.
Behind these closed doors
i whisper your name into the darkness
i whimper and hide
till its washed out.
Behind these closed doors
i scratch and rip open myself
i curl up and try
till my hopes no more.
I really don’t care about life anymore.
I just got turned down by the one that I now love.. He used to love me.. He would always say that.. But now.
H use with my friend and is saying that he likes me and loves her.
I asked him why he said he lived so many times if he was just gonna do this to me and all he said was ‘idk’.
I know I’m over exaggerating.
But there’s more than just that that is screwed up in my life.
I want to kill myself so bad.
Right now, I’m too, cowardly.
But one of these days.
I will.
No one when expect me to do that, so its ok.
I just hope that day comes fast.
It kills me, that strangers.. Care more than actual family and ‘friends’.
Please email me.. If me o you need help.
Feelthesame9991@yahoo.com
I have cuts on my arms,
My ankles,
My waist.
I try to cover up.
But it doesn’t matter anyway.
Its not like you will care.
I’m just another piece of sand.
I might kill myself tonight.
A wound that won’t mend.
I cant explain why I feel the way I feel. I want to cry all the time. I make excuses when I’m up past midnight. I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen. I hide behind a pained smile. It fools everyone around me but they can’t truly see what I feel on the inside. I’m a good student but it doesn’t make a difference. I have no idea how to deal with the emotional turmoil that I encounter. I’ll cry a hundred times over but still nothing ever seems to change. a brand new pack of cigarettes two gone after each […]
Recently, I’ve started wearing a choker.
I wear it to school, go in the bathroom when no one is in there.
And I choke myself.
Just until my nose and mouth get numb, our when my eyes get numb.
But no one wil ever care to notice.
So its alright.. Right?
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I am giving myself one week to live,
But you don’t care. Do you?
arms fall to the side
the punch to the stomach
air escapes harshly
what is this feeling?
slap to the face
head turned away
eyes shutting tightly
what is this feeling?
Looking up at you
sight blurred with tears
a haunting laugh
what is this feeling?
Eyes wide open
night surrounds me
silent sigh of the house
tensed body begins to relax.
I’m losing my sanity.
I cut myself.
And wrote in my journal with my own blood.
Please. Please, tell me what to do.
Please help me.